I step out into the pungent scent of hidden flowers. I can pictuer them, springing purple, bursting from the earth and hanging like grapes. Light pink, shedding from trees. Why would I want to sleep when I know I can't dream up anything better than this?
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Tug.
Feel the flick
and the pull.
Excitement..
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I fall into my bed,
the ocean,
sheets and blankets,
drown me in comfort,
my consciousness,
lost and found.
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