Sunday, 24 April 2016

Stained glass needles.

Nightmare.

Didn't wake up sweaty like the one time it was about a car accident

But, nightmare

And 'unpleasant' should suffice to explain it.

I suppose,

The scary thing is that it was so real,

Felt so cold, and

The people seemed to be slipping through your fingers.


Could it be that I had slept for four hours in the afternoon? Between work and lethargy, sleep seemed the wiser choice, for I can't afford to fall sick.
There's more causes than one for sure
And perhaps it doesn't really matter

But nightmare

It's not the first.

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