I find myself awake in bed, my brother sleeping beside me; I watch worriedly as he grinds his teeth in his slumber, a disturbing crunch.
The light outside my window somehow reaches all the way across my room; a poor imitation of sunlight glory.
My stomach churns again, another irritating feeling. I've been increasingly frustrated with myself, another day wasted.
I spoke to the stuffed albino tiger and held it like an infant.
The clock is ticking, morning is coming. I sigh, I finally feel tired.
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A/N: since I haven't been rhyming lately, figured I may as well add in some short stories.
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Poetry» I try to be friends with both my A N G E L S and M O N S T E R S « Oh, all these words swimming in my head. *Previously titled "The Poems In My Head".
