Thought Patterns of Insomnia & Embellishment.
I feel warm. These sheets suffocate every inch of skin that covers my bones. Why is it that it's only at 3am that I finally fall asleep? My pillows are cheap. If I think hard enough maybe, just maybe, I'll think myself out of these late night thoughts I have of you. The way they make my heart flutter is pretty ridiculous. They're meaningless really but still thoughts. Thoughts so thought of at this time that I doubt a scalpel couldn't even release them from my mind.
Lint is like a film over cotton blends that never completely bothers anyone. It's harmless, except for when it manages to make it's way up your nostrils. My nostrils are tiny...
The streetlight makes a pattern across my comforter when it shines through my blinds. I'd rather the pattern be made by the moon light. Then maybe I could fool myself into thinking I'm not completely alone.
A diagonal position is not the most comfortable, but this bed is huge.
This town is sleepy. Diagonal and sleepy.
Lint is like a film over cotton blends that never completely bothers anyone. It's harmless, except for when it manages to make it's way up your nostrils. My nostrils are tiny...
The streetlight makes a pattern across my comforter when it shines through my blinds. I'd rather the pattern be made by the moon light. Then maybe I could fool myself into thinking I'm not completely alone.
A diagonal position is not the most comfortable, but this bed is huge.
This town is sleepy. Diagonal and sleepy.