the best part of each day is when the rest of the world
goes to sleep and you find yourself, by a strange accident of
fate, awake — nervous but anxious for the rising sun.
as you let the dull chirp of summer cicadas lull
you notice the sound. feet shuffling, hands restless.
the disembodied note of another kindred soul, lost in a sea
of peaceful sleepers and conventional dreaming, just like you.
so you let this thought haunt your wakeful slumber
for a brief pause between twitching calf and tousled duvet.
because for a moment you are floating together. lost, but not alone.
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Kelly O'Brien '12: the best part of each day is when the rest of the worldgoes to sleep and you find yourself, by a...
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