No music, no tv, no books or Internet.
Your brain turns into a flip book of everything you did, everything you need to do.
A miniature graphic novel of memories that's been out of print.
Stare at the ceiling, remember a joke and smile.
Try to work the steady hum of air conditioning into your night, and pretend it's bass.
Lie down flat on your bed, wrap yourself in sheets; act like they're hugging you back and whisper into your pillow 'tell me something nice, anything'
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