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she woke up. dazed. what time was it? she doesn’t know. all she knows is the feeling of a restless night lingered like a hammer ticking at her head. 

She turned over and looked at the clock. 2:43 p.m.

she slept through the morning. another day of her “to do list” not accomplished. days seem backwards lately. a feeling of discontent and disconnection is heavy in her heart. she knows something is missing. she tries to be grateful she tries to think about the future instead of her “existence”.

work nights. sleep days. lazy evenings. then back again. 

she hasn’t found why “lazy evenings” feel like they are endless. like she has all the time in the world but doesn’t accomplish anything in the time. she feels like she’s slipping. 

she craves a taste of the future. she craves a dance in the wild. she craves the wind in her hair. the peace in her soul. the certainty of sunlight in the morning and the moon at night. she craves the attention the sun gives her body and craves the longing of hope that the moon stirs in the depths of her belly. she craves Cortez. 

she misses resting next to her person. yeah she catches a couple hours of sleep in the morning. but its like a drop of water in a desert of un-affection. he tries. he really does but her thirst is unquenchable. sleeping next to him doesn’t feel like rest anymore.at least not lately

her soul longs for rest.