Rain and Sleep

by lydiasee

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There is something truly remarkable about how much the rainiest of days seems to almost force me to hide in my bed and sleep forever.
As if I needed an excuse to capitalize on abusing my biggest vice.
I wonder how things would be different I were an insomniac instead.. well, a real insomniac. The kind that can never sleep, not the kind that just can’t sleep at night.
There is a window here, that looks out into the park. It is opposite the head of the bed at my feet, so no matter how I sleep I look out it. It reminds me of Cumberland ave. Both homes. Same view. Same curtains. Same life.

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