This bed flushed with green, orange, and white lines running across wrinkled blues and eccentric reds.
These pale patterns flying across my shy walls.
These hazy creams, nostalgic trinkets, dusty books, and stacked movies.
This friendly window. This mad clock. This green dog.
The midnight film. The 2 AM laugh. The fading morning light.
Reading until five. Writing under a flashlight. Eating in bed.
Coffee mugs, foil and cheese, rested eyes, and messy curls.
Poetry, black and white keys, stories, and dulcet dreams.
The perfect phantasm.
A cheerful end.
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