Sleeping Habits
some people have to sleep on the softest fluffiest bed
Others cannot slumber without a fan at their head
my mother could get shut eye with her eyes open, laying on bricks
In the woods she could go into a trance state on a pile of sticks
I can snooze on a couch with a TV glaring on level thirty-nine
In a backseat of a car, with the radio blaring, I can fall asleep fine.
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