Afraid?

Es­capril 2019
Prompt: start with a time of day

Mid­night: Fear jerks my stom­ach when I re­mem­ber: one day I’ll be un­born.
1 a.m. Air leaves my room and I know if ele­phants die, I must too.
2 a.m. Hands trem­ble and stars of silent night offer no com­fort.
3 a.m. Gasp­ing for breath, sheets and eyes turn wet as I drown in pre­cog­ni­tion.
4 a.m. Let go at last; ex­hale and fall mor­tal into sheets of cold un­con­scious.
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8 a.m. Wake up. Smile.