1 am

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It's 1 am and I can't find sleep. 

Perhaps if I were to stop searching it would come but I'm too restless to sit and wait. 

I stare at my blank ceiling looking back at me. 

I imagine there is no ceiling at all and I look up at only the sky above me. I take a deep breath and breathe in the fresh, cool air of my imagined starry night. 

I soon find myself overwhelmed with a sense of tranquility and slip into my dreams. 

Finally, I find sleep.

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