He wakes and looks at his clock. It’s 3am in the morning. The air is still outside and all he can think of is her, even before he opens his eyes she is the first vision he sees. Thoughts swim and swirl around his mind all of her and what she means to him. It’s now 5am and he writes down his thoughts in an email to her, telling her all his deepest fears, hoping she will understand, he’s sure she will but it’s still scary revealing his soul to her. He turns over, closes his eyes and goes to sleep his mind now clear and free of thoughts for a couple of hours at least.
The Autistic FellRunner
I am a 52 year old male with a late diagnosis of Asperger's Syndrome. I enjoy writing in all forms about people and life. I enjoy running over the moors where my mind can be free from the stresses of everyday life. I am currently studying for a PhD in autism and aging. I hope you enjoy my writing and please feel free to leave a comment. Thank you for taking the time to visit my site. View all posts by The Autistic FellRunner