Night
A man once asked me,
in the middle of a drifting conversation,
“How long do you sleep in a day—
if you ever sleep at all?”
I looked at him,
searching for a polite reply
but found none that fit the weight of his question.
So I simply said,
“I do sleep—
just like any normal soul.”
But deep inside,
I wondered—
what does normal sleep even feel like
to a restless mind?
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