This was written from the point of view of a little girl drifting off to sleep without Daddy to say goodnight to...

Immortal Habits

By Ella Rue

Can you hear me whisper late at night?

habit I suppose.. I still whisper your name...

as I drift off to sleep...

sometimes... I can hear you answer...

You're still here... you are.

but you're not. How is that?

If my eyes are closed... I can touch you I can hear you. I can see you.

And then.... with one eye.... I peer...

peeking into blackness of the night.

But always knowing, knowing you won't be there.

Why do I punish myself?

Why not let sleep creep... enshroud and envelop me?

coating me thoroughly bringing me to you and you to me...

habit I suppose.

Always...

I open that one eye...

hoping against hope...

habit I suppose.

Will I ever learn?