The cold air of the night flows through the windows of my room, filling my lungs.
I stare at the wall in my room,
Unaware of what I should do to ease my restlessness.
After what felt like hours, I finally decide to go outside,
And take a deep breath of the midnight air,
Letting it fill my lungs.
Letting my muscles relax,
I look up at the moon,
Taking in it's delicate features.
After a moment, it smiles back.