This the fifth night of insomnia. Its going round at the moment I hear. My throat hurts so much that its keeping me awake. I think the illness is coming back in a new form. I'm waiting for the painkillers to work their work. I wish I had a giant bottle of morphine. I wish I was on a rocking ship with creaking sails. I wish I had not painted my nails pink.
I can feel myself aging as I sit here. Sleeplessness is becoming my lover. I wish I had hot chips. I wish I had codeine. I wish for four extra hours so that I don't spend the whole day tomorrow in torturous exhaustion. I wish I had a thousand pillows. I wish I was a cat. I wish I knew everything so that all learning was done and I could spread my fingers wide and dispense wisdom like toothpaste.
I can feel myself aging as I sit here. Sleeplessness is becoming my lover. I wish I had hot chips. I wish I had codeine. I wish for four extra hours so that I don't spend the whole day tomorrow in torturous exhaustion. I wish I had a thousand pillows. I wish I was a cat. I wish I knew everything so that all learning was done and I could spread my fingers wide and dispense wisdom like toothpaste.
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