My face, still very swollen from sleep, is the epitome of an unwilled longing. Day in and day out my eyelids stress downward for sleep, my arms lay anywhere cradling my head and my legs feel nonexistent unless curled into me. I crave sleep like someone might crave a stall to hide in after embarrassment. I am a sleep addict. Sleep to me is the candy to my tongue. It is the water on my lips. It is the lover to my eyes. Sleep is my closing and my opening to every day and sleep is how I get through. Sleep cures my sicknesses and helps me to breathe again in traumatic events. I now.. I am exhausted.... and will.....
....
sleep.
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