I stand and wobbily make way to the door
Night fallen so quickly again
Afraid of dark
Shut the door and turn around
Not before flipping the lock
Instead of going to move amongst glowing lights and the odor of *****
Slip into pajamas and slide under the covers of my dependable bed
If patient
Sleep will find my skull eventually
So once more I am left in the space between dreams and reality
Aug 12, 2022
Aug 12, 2022 at 11:16 AM UTC
I stand and wobbily make way to the door
Night fallen so quickly again
Afraid of dark
Shut the door and turn around
Not before flipping the lock
Instead of going to move amongst glowing lights and the odor of *****
Slip into pajamas and slide under the covers of my dependable bed
If patient
Sleep will find my skull eventually
So once more I am left in the space between dreams and reality
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