It's that feeling when you wake after a long sleep.
And the sun streams in through the window on your face.
I would give anything just to stay like that forever.
Getting up takes too much effort.
It's that feeling of heavy-lidded eyes on a long car ride.
The steady, low hum of the highway lullaby.
I beg sleep to meet me there.
Yet, she is evasive.
Because it's not what you see when you dream.
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 9:40 PM UTC
It's that feeling when you wake after a long sleep.
And the sun streams in through the window on your face.
I would give anything just to stay like that forever.
Getting up takes too much effort.
It's that feeling of heavy-lidded eyes on a long car ride.
The steady, low hum of the highway lullaby.
I beg sleep to meet me there.
Yet, she is evasive.
Because it's not what you see when you dream.
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