3 am.
A siren resounded one time, two time, a hundred times.
Electronic noise, repetitive and piercing.
Unpleasant harmony, like a complain.
I couldn't sleep anymore.
And yet I didn't want to wake up.
I listened to my own body.
My inner sounds were confused,
Slightly irregular and muffled.
Heartbeats, digestion, salivating
Breathing, blood pressure.
Every sound from the inside,
Like I was back to my prenatal life
But it was stranger
Less familiar.
Suddenly the siren died,
And I didn't pay attention to the sound of my own life
anymore.
No more outside mechanical noise
No more inside biological sound.
Silence.
But it was not the silence of death,
It was the silence of peace
I went back to sleep.
A rebirth every morning.