I have recently graduated from light sleeper to insomniac, and quite frankly I find it startling. I lie there, staring at the dark ceiling, and wait. wait for sleep to smack me square in the ja
T is so slow in coming, like my precious lover thank god. my neurotic brain races for hours about everything possible but nothing in particular. I then become greatly disturbed as I notice the
Time, and figure out the hours left before I must rise. sometimes at this point, I become panic-filled and toss and turn and huff and puff, and of course, out of frustration my heart races, and
Naline begins it’s crawl through me, and I become upset. because I’m incorrigible, as a spoiled child, my sniffles and whines and pouting wake my snoring lover on purpose, so I may notify him o
Unhappy crank overtiredness, and patiently as always he gently plays with me until I finally fall fast asleep. I have recently graduated from light sleeper to insomniac, and quite frankly I fin
Startling.
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