After I fell asleep and before I dreamt

The quiet is louder than what I remember. It's like an ocean contained inside of my head. All of the winds and crashes of salty waves and broken oars. All of the sounds of desperation and loneliness. The frailties of lost treasure and decrepit ships, and all the sunlight and starlight reflected through the glass, breaking the barriers and refracting into eachother side by side, creating light and a darkness together. This was the color of the atmosphere here. It was gray and disillusioning. Not the gray from Earth