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my bed has never been so unwelcoming as it is tonight, and every night since i have been home. the sheets and comforter rustle me from my sleep and i toss and turn amid the tumultuous thoughts that arise through their scent. the bed is too big. queen sized is too big for one person. the pillows whisper your name. the blankets hold me with hatred and no longer do they try to keep me warm. they once held you too. they once held us.
now, i am hurled through nightmares. dreams of what could be. dreams of what has been lost. these five second nightmares throw me against rocks like ocean waves in a hurricane.
i get up and leave the room because this bed is haunting me. last night i slept on the floor. no sleep.
i am a mess of a person. in every way.
now, i am hurled through nightmares. dreams of what could be. dreams of what has been lost. these five second nightmares throw me against rocks like ocean waves in a hurricane.
i get up and leave the room because this bed is haunting me. last night i slept on the floor. no sleep.
i am a mess of a person. in every way.