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Apr 2019
Quiet.
So quiet you can hear coyotes howling in the distance.

Dark.
So dark you can’t tell when your eyes are open.

You lye in bed thinking.

Why can’t I just close my eyes?
Why can’t I fall asleep?
Why are there different shades of darkness?

My eyes open, burning to be closed.

Eyelids begin to get heavy.
My body begins to relax.
I am numb.
Sleep is calling my name.

Now I am awake for it is the next day.
Julieann Jonson
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Julieann Jonson  23/F
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