The alarm is like a dagger. The sun through my window like being scalded. by Jenni

May 2014

The alarm is like a dagger. The sun through my window like being scalded.

I have a tendency to spend
50% of my day
Hiding under a blanket
Eyes shut tight
Breathing steady
Mind wandering

They say sleep is for the weak
And I'm not about to dispute them

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