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The Hospital

It sort of happened overnight. And overnight happens again and again. Living is a method to dream. Sadness is near, but is sometimes tired. I had a dream that the plumber came to the house. I had a dream that the mail man came to the door. I answer the door in my dreams. It sort of happened overnight. I don’t like this. I tried to be a quiet roommate. But shivering can be loud. I had a dream that I let them in, everyone in. The plumber, the mail man, the chef, and the mechanic. I let the strangers stay. Because that’s what dreams are for. It sort of happened overnight. When it was my time, they unlocked the door with a clink. My parents let me in the car, in the car. I closed the car door. Sometimes, you jump in the car in a hurry. Other times, you flinch, because everything is loud. Sometimes, you go home. I haven’t left the house since.

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