A good night's sleep.
Eyelids prickling, from the edges to the corner..
Overflowing.
That it was a living organism which flared up and died down.
That you plummet deep into it and fly up towards its zenith at once.
And feeling it icy warm against your skin.
Stunned and surrendered.
And it's still.
Till you wake up
Again.
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