Your bed is an untethered island, floating on a dream sea. Peering over the edge, the waves reflect nothing, forcing you to look deep within them, and ultimately, within yourself. You're distracted from your marine reverie by stars unseen, beckoning you from outside the blanketing clouds above: "Come, hear our whispered secrets. Sleep no more; awaken this night before the sunrise wipes the sky again and you forget our love."
You're alarmed by the rising strains of music from your speakers. Spotlighted in sun, you wipe the sleep from your eyes, trying—and failing—to focus on the blurred images of your rest. Your day begins again with another cycle of messages mixed and missed, as your fingers rhythmically flow across the keyboard, spilling words across your laptop screen. Done, your mouse scurries across your desk closing some windows, minimizing others.
The now empty screen seems to take up too much space; you feel claustrophobic. Turning away, motes of dust floating in a sunbeam remind you of something. Your bedroom window? You walk over, looking out at a paned view of the world. Muffled sounds tease your ears as your pupils contract in the glare of the sun. Your eyes wander with your mind while you wonder aimlessly about bullied stars being chased from the sky's playground by the sun. How strange that you can't see what you know is there.
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