My night festooned with sleeplessness. Between tosses of sudden wakefulness and turns of complete awareness rose a discomfort from my body that couldn't decide whether it was drowsy or just uncomfortable.
Sheets under me felt like cat tongue sloughing against my skin.
I wasn't sure what to do with my arms that kept getting in the way of comfortable stupor.
Pulling the duvet away from me and then back on me. Thorny warmth and bitter cold left me feeling listless and mostly confused. My bones felt chilly but my skin pricked with heat.
Dedicated to sleeping I shut my eyes hard, my mind awake telling me I'm not sleepy.
It rained. I could hear it.
For a moment I wondered if I shouldn't sleep in another room. A sworn detachment of midnight panacea; cold isolation and the unfamiliarity of an oft unvisited room and its ignored walls.
I decided otherwise. Of the pain of dragging bedtime fixings when I'm already housed in one tomb.
And now.. now I sit awkwardly cognizant. Roused yet faking vigilance.
Twin pale pools of discs that are my eyes sporting flimsy red threads that can only be earned.
Parts of me creaking and cracking like unused hinges and dying fire. Perhaps some tea in in order.
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