1:07am
i lay sprawled out on a bed.
not my bed-- a bed.
i think i forgot what happened.
i hope the stranger sitting on that desk
near this bed knows.
maybe i greeted him
or maybe i turned over at the look of his face.
maybe i greeted him and turned over
and saw the handle of my handbag
shining under an open window.
then i probably reached for the bag
but was held short by my arm length.
so the stranger got up and handed it to me.
i hope i thanked him.
i believe i then took out a bottle
of little melatonin gummies.
so i could actually fall asleep after
30 minutes of ceiling-staring.
i think the stranger took his share too.
then he finally slipped into bed.
did he mutter goodnight?
or did my lovely melatonin guide me
to slumber along with my imagination.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 10:00 AM UTC
1:07am
i lay sprawled out on a bed.
not my bed-- a bed.
i think i forgot what happened.
i hope the stranger sitting on that desk
near this bed knows.
maybe i greeted him
or maybe i turned over at the look of his face.
maybe i greeted him and turned over
and saw the handle of my handbag
shining under an open window.
then i probably reached for the bag
but was held short by my arm length.
so the stranger got up and handed it to me.
i hope i thanked him.
i believe i then took out a bottle
of little melatonin gummies.
so i could actually fall asleep after
30 minutes of ceiling-staring.
i think the stranger took his share too.
then he finally slipped into bed.
did he mutter goodnight?
or did my lovely melatonin guide me
to slumber along with my imagination.
sleep slept sleeping
💤😴
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