Fog on her glasses
From the still steaming coffee
A book in her hand
As she casually reads.
A catch in her breath
As the climax grows near
She's deaf to the world:
The book's all she can hear.
She's completely lost now,
Or perhaps she is found
In this strange paper world
That's far from the ground.
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Midnight Thoughts
Non-FictionTbh i can write description but we all have this "overthinking" period that comes after midnight..Most nights i cry myself to sleep and keep overthinking. These are just some of my thoughts. Some are cheerful and some are depressing.. some are good...
