Sleep… a quixotic place for the best of us. You tuck your brain away
for the night and wish it well on its journeys to dawn.
Sleep, for me, after a day of zero creative writing… a sweatbox in an
Amazonian jungle.
I shove my unruly mind in it at night and lock the door to its screams.
Come morning, I drag its nonsensical carcass out, ignoring its mumblings about
lemurs and calculus, and force the broken thing back to work building a bridge
to nowhere.
Um, yeah. I think I’ll be writing today.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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