3AM

The hums you hear in bed
The static of the night,
The sound-track to your thoughts.

When the hustle and bustle of your day subsides
Like a fading siren flying east to west,
Dusk settles and everything mutes.

You lie in your thoughts,
Un-comfortable.
You turn on the music, drowning the deafening silence, fighting fire with fire
Until your eyelids start to droop.

The clock hands tick,
Loud and obnoxious.
Your eyes open.
The sun peaks over the horizon.
The trumpets mute falls off.