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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020
Submitted to Contest #36
April 9, 2021Dear Diary, as I write this it has been four days thirteen hours twenty minutes, fifty seconds and twelve milliseconds since I've had a restful sleep. I long for the sweet slumber at night, to be cocooned in my bed with those convoluted images. What were those images called again? Delusions... no no....designs..c'mon.... Dreams! I don't understand why as the night falls I become more anxious, agitated, and awake. I sense this electric crackle of life; the loud vibrations of the crickets outside my window, the throaty calls of ow...
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