The sleep girl
Another sleepless night.
I have a racing mind, tired skin, huge headphones, bloodshot eyes, christmas gift ideas and music to buy once the sun rises. It's pitch black out there right now, and all the stores are closed. It's just past six in the morning.

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I might scare the children. My lips are puffy, my eyes are hollow and some insomniaic faerie decided to carve purple circles under my eyes deep enough to store a year's supply of tears.



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Nino just got up, her last last wake up call at 6.30.
"Can't sleep? That's shit."
When she's right, she's right.

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I'm adding things to my list. Drinking tea, warming my cold cold hands. Learning how to be a person, and not a zombie. My skin feels plasticky. My headphones shield me from the world, just for now. Without sleep, I need a bit of shielding.

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The traffic is starting. It's nearing seven now. Nino's taxi is here. The sunrise isn't. I am going to see what other treasures I can find, to share.