Heavy, my eyelids fall. Protesting their resistance to each opening. I feel the laughter creases, fighting back with a heavy-hearted response. Sleep would be so perfect. But I must stay awake. A list of chores that continues to pile up, exhausted by the day that passed in a blur. My mind is screaming to come to a standstill, lusting for a pillow like a feverish rage. I need it, want it, will for it. It is all I desire. Reaching inside but unable to muster the effort. The rage spreads outwards... filling my every being. I must have it. Until it's too much... I collapse on the bed. And all at once... I'm at peace. Ebbing out as the swathes of softness envelop me. Perfect, restful sleep.
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