An alarm rings. You’ve already dreamed of it a hundred times so it cannot hurt you now. There was a moment in the quiet evening that I heard again the soothing sounds of peace in my ear drum, it breathed around my heavy head and sank into my blood flow until I sat smiling into nothingness, I do not forget what a gift it is, not what I spent to receive it. When I step into the sleeping home, a Christmas tree lights up the dark room, everything else is still.
I’m okay.
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