for eight hours a day
sleep; your most vulnerable time
the time when you're most yourself
like, really.
no one's controlling your actions
or emotions
even subconsciously.
you're just lying there, face and body relaxed
almost just limp, and helpless
the time where you think the most,
and remember the least
imagine the unimaginable,
and hope for the unthinkable
and perform the impossible
kinda cool, right?
And to think we hated naps as kids.
a poem by me. yeah, me. i don't know, I am SOOO tired...
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