Space
Sleep is as far as Neptune.
Rings of deception.
Some planets move slowly.
When the lights are off…
It feels like space is too close.
Asteroids and comets.
A whooshing sound.
I close everything.
Outer space gets shoved in my closet.
Stars under the bed.
Shush, everyone.
It’s 5:00 am.
And the universe is comfortable again.
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