I wish I could go for a walk right now
but the night air is cold and my hair's still wet.
Maybe I'd catch a cold
and I could blame my watering eyes on it.
I long for the chill in the wind and dampness beneath bare feet -
rain collecting in my palms and seeping through my fingers.

But it's too dangerous outside at this hour.
Best to stay in bed wrapped in shadows and nightmares -
listen to the sound of my own breathing, feel the beating of my heart and think about the day they stop.

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