It Happens

Life happens. It crashes in my head. It's voice wakes me, like the dripping of a leaky faucet in the wee hours of the morning. Crashes my slumber, stealing that delicious fruit. The warmth of my bed torn ever so slowly away. The icy cold fingers ripping me from my blanket of comfort and my thoughts of ignorance and bliss are lost to it. Dont open your eyes. I tell myself. Go back to that place of peace. Please, not now, I beg. I cherish this time of nothing and everything. Don't move, you can go back, becomes my mantra. But the fingers have become a claw with devilish nails. It drags me out. I fight and yet I don't. It has to happen. Everyday it comes. Life, it comes for me. Life, it happens.