“Goodnight, Kiddo,” My
mother mumbles; Knowing I will not have any sort of good night. She heads up to
her chamber of sleep. The rest of the house has said their sweet dreams to the
daylight as well. I sit. I lay. I curl
up. I cry. I wish for a coma. Hours pass and it is now 3 AM. I am restless and
I wish to walk the streets. I wish for any sort of interaction with another
human being. I sit. I lay. I curl up. I cry. I wish for a coma. 5 AM. My
weighted eyelids lock together. My thoughts proceed until I feel myself running
away from my anxious mind.
“Time to get up,
Sunshine,” She whispers almost timidly.
7AM. I wake up. I sit. I lay. I curl up. I cry. I wish for a coma.
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