an evening activity

It was already so late,

I was already so tired,

it would have made sense to go to bed immediately.

But I had been working all day,

Tirelessly for hours,

so why not stay up later for myself?

It was foolish perhaps,

But I couldn't resist,

outside the window, the rain made a heavy fall.

I grabbed an old blanket,

One given as a gift,

from a high school date asking to a dance.

I wrapped it around me,

And opened the window,

where I sat myself on the sill.

I stuck my feet out,

Balancing on the ledge,

looking out from my view two stories high.

The night was quiet,

The dark so dark,

all lit by a street lamp, not even fifty feet away.

My feet stuck out,

Over the ledge,

so the rain touched them gently.

I pulled the blanket,

Tighter around me,

covering my tank-top-exposed shoulders.

As I moved suddenly,

I almost lost my balance,

but I didn't tumble out of the window.

I could see the rain,

As clear as day,

fall in the glow of the street lamp.

My feet began to hurt,

Cold from the rain,

I took turns pressing them into the arch of the other.

Slowly but surely,

I maneuvered myself,

back inside the room, and into my bed.

I grabbed my stuffed bunny,

And held it tight to my chest,

no living thing to love me.