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I'm a short burst deep sleeper, the woman is a restless wild eyed story telling schemer~dreamer, that shakes the bed, with dreams gone wild, crazy intermixed unhinged but always real life related most by morn forgotten, 'cept for the truly bizarre, where scraps of unbridled unbelievable remain for head shaking disbelieving i sleep in clumps, four hour sessions and thus oft bear witness to her charcoal activated dream states, where physical reality intersperses with her99o9 dream life when she wrestles with dreamed restlessness my fingers find an exposed body part, arm, shoulder, tummy, and steady massage a message from my fingertips to her brain, mantra: it's ok, it's alright, and return her to the safety of a deeper sleeper, so the brain can do its work, washing away the unrefined, needy for distilling, overnight cleansing, of unwanted memories which generally works in the morny morning she gets a questionnaire and 9 of 10, has no recollection collection, my magic prophylactic fingertips, each tipped with a smiley face, look up at me, smirking contentedly, "our work is done here!"
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Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 12:21 PM UTC
“Our work here is done here”
I'm a short burst deep sleeper, the woman is a restless wild eyed story telling schemer~dreamer, that shakes the bed, with dreams gone wild, crazy intermixed unhinged but always real life related most by morn forgotten, 'cept for the truly bizarre, where scraps of unbridled unbelievable remain for head shaking disbelieving i sleep in clumps, four hour sessions and thus oft bear witness to her charcoal activated dream states, where physical reality intersperses with her99o9 dream life when she wrestles with dreamed restlessness my fingers find an exposed body part, arm, shoulder, tummy, and steady massage a message from my fingertips to her brain, mantra: it's ok, it's alright, and return her to the safety of a deeper sleeper, so the brain can do its work, washing away the unrefined, needy for distilling, overnight cleansing, of unwanted memories which generally works in the morny morning she gets a questionnaire and 9 of 10, has no recollection collection, my magic prophylactic fingertips, each tipped with a smiley face, look up at me, smirking contentedly, "our work is done here!"
writ last year, this year, every night…
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Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 12:21 PM UTC
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