Isn’t Quite Sleep

March 12, 2013

There are times you’d wish you were that kid again, up on the roof, staring at the stars, nursing a heartbreak from someone who never really existed. Then you’d come down, head to your room, and turn on the TV. Cartoons were enough to make you forget. And that bowl of soup mother prepared. They were better than any mature way of zoning out during these days when sleep isn’t quite sleep anymore, rather, just an act of closing your eyes for hours in succession.

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