I spent some time this weekend in a vain attempt to gain back the sleep I’ve missed out on over the last month or so. Round the clock cold pillows, coils in the space heater cooking dust remnants, and the natural light of snow refracting circles my room in constant patterns. Eight, eleven, and six hours later the dry, puffiness around my eyes lingers, peeling a bit, creating red spots where there usually aren’t and reminding me of tasks incomplete.
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