I was in my bed, trying to get to sleep. My body was so itchy. My fingers running through my hair. I sighed. My eyes had been closed for hours, but my mind kept talking to me. The same episode played again and again. I swear it had played six times already... If only I could have seen the stars... The moonlight could have comforted me like a blanket and the glittering stars could have sang to me... But instead I just layed there, so conscious of my own breathing, I was going crazy. So conscious of it I was begging for it to stop because I was getting lost in the rhythm; one in, one out. Forcing the next one to be out of sync just to spice things up... I felt so awkward... So then, why didn't I stop messing around and tried to sleep? Fine. So then, I imagined a story: "where could I be? What could I be doing?". And before I knew it, I was waking up from that well deserved sleep.
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