Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds!
It is already dark outside. The snow is falling slowly behind the cold window to the hard earth.
I sit on an armchair a book open on my lap. The dim light of the burning candle casts shadows to the brick wall. And again I find myself unable to sleep. The dark dreams seem to haunt me and I am scared of the suffocating darkness.
The melancholy is almost overwhelming. I vaguely feel sorry for myself. Shaking my head, as to get the thought out of my head, I get up.
I walk down to the old piano and soon the apartment is filled with soothing, beautiful music. My slender fingers are dancing on the black and white keys. I feel the light from the candle sparkling in my eyes and the small smile making its way to my pale face.
And maybe just this time, my dreams are not going to be that dark at all.