Mimi D Tucky

Stillness of the Midnight

He lay on the bed, ankles crossed and an arm tucked behind his head. He drew in a breath before releasing a long sigh, running his fingers through the length of his sandy, brown hair. Rubbing his weary eyes, he sat up and placed his feet on the floor. Elbows resting on his knees he interlaced his long fingers on the back of his neck.