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Bed257

I am a lone foreigner alocated in an exotic landscape with nothing but the foaming blue tides of duvet that I rythmically sway with like the sweet branches of spring. I stand, bend, sit on the salty lips of that ocean. however the shallow has never been my comfort zone so I fling myself into the belly of my bed and find my head in the jaws of a soft pillow chewing my skull at snail pace. slowly, a heavy weight of sleep drowns my lifeless limbs and sedates my consciousness with a lullaby. "you're free! free from labour, free from you, free from everything besides me", sings Lady Lazy. suddenly dawn breaks with orange permeable heat, she is Bed 257. she is not a root, she is a seed. keeping me from work, I pull myself out of the vast roaring sheets and tidal duvet, I'm gratefully unappreciative and so the cycle continues.

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