My space

August 10, 2012
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‘You sleep too much,’

I’m often told.

Lying forever,

Cotton blankets and folds.

Hours and hours I lie in bed.

Cocooned in my space,

Soft pillows under my head.

But I do not sleep,

Not most of the time.

I just lie curled up,

It’s a thing of mine.

In my space,

Curled up in a ball,

I do not sleep.

I dream. That’s all

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