Tonight I am tired. Not weary, not worn. Tonight my limbs ache and my mind treads a thick syrup, my breaths are shallow. Tonight the air went out of me and my eyelids are heavy, oh how heavy, but not despondent, not giving up, in.
It seems a part of me relaxed. It seems a part of me landed.
For what it's worth, this sleep shall be sweet.
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