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every night he goes to sleep, his bed gets a little bit bigger. he can move his feet around a little more, even though he still searches harder and harder for something to touch them against. to him, it feels like trying to walk without any ground, or trying to love without any other heart to reach out to. he wants to just wrap his arms around someone's waist and fall asleep. and when he wakes up, maybe she will still be there, or maybe she will have flown away like a bird that is too pretty to sing a morning-after song. either way, it doesn't really matter, because for right now, he just needs someone to help him sleep.
there are lots of things that he remembers; if he thinks about them enough, they will go away, or maybe explode and just spread themselves freely.
he wakes up the next morning and he is alone and unsurprised, sad but unfettered. and in retrospect he realizes that he doesn't need someone to help him sleep; he can sleep just fine. he just needs someone to wake up to in the morning.
there are lots of things that he remembers; if he thinks about them enough, they will go away, or maybe explode and just spread themselves freely.
he wakes up the next morning and he is alone and unsurprised, sad but unfettered. and in retrospect he realizes that he doesn't need someone to help him sleep; he can sleep just fine. he just needs someone to wake up to in the morning.