I wish I could sleep.
I wish I could curl up and drift off to a land filled with sunshine, warmth and the laughter of good friends.
But this bed feels like an island.
Like a place alone, set apart from the word, distancing myself from everyone I ever knew.
This bed feels like I’m alone.
Like I’m the last person on this earth and sleep will only bring what I know I should not see.
I wish I could sleep.
But pushed against this cold wall
I realize that I can’t
At least for now.
I can’t.
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