this morning i crawled back into bed,
sleeping like i did when i was just a kid,
book and gameboy hidden under my
covers in case my mom walked in.
minutesminutesminutes pass&
my eyelids are sore.
i pretend there isn't light leaking through
the fake wooden blinds on my window
and bury myself under the pillows.
it's not so cold beneath the fabric.
it's not so warm beneath the fabric.
i want to be where you are,
but you can't always get what you want.
so instead i dream my wants
until i actually dream all sorts of things
that i do not really want.
REM does not comply with my desires.
cyclecyclecyclecycle awake.
(((...but it was nice to take a break.)))
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