Listening to the quiet. The ceiling fan providing a chill on my skin and a white noise that helps make the rest of the world disappear. The moon is just a crescent and the temperature is 65 degrees. Sleep eludes me, but the feel of the sheets and the snuggly pillows pull me deeper into this comfort. At this very moment, my world is right. Sleep is pulling at me… perhaps I’ll give in.
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