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the air outside is still as though the world is a living room and the trees furniture shouts arousing fear sound close at hand aggressive threatening as though directed at me a tiny spider crawls up the front of my shirt one of those that makes a web of your head and itches all day a car more noise than power echoes it's exhaust sound round the terraced houses then all becomes quiet as though waves have mellowed into a millpond a bird sings the most haunting beautiful refrain, lonely chanteuse filling the airwaves finally I sleep again
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Jan 4, 2022
Jan 4, 2022 at 6:57 PM UTC
covid dreams
the air outside is still as though the world is a living room and the trees furniture shouts arousing fear sound close at hand aggressive threatening as though directed at me a tiny spider crawls up the front of my shirt one of those that makes a web of your head and itches all day a car more noise than power echoes it's exhaust sound round the terraced houses then all becomes quiet as though waves have mellowed into a millpond a bird sings the most haunting beautiful refrain, lonely chanteuse filling the airwaves finally I sleep again
I have had the weirdest dreams recovering from Covid.
#covid#dreams#virus#insomnia
nigdaw
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nigdaw
60/M/Essex, UK.
Jan 4, 2022
Jan 4, 2022 at 6:57 PM UTC
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