Dear November,
I am so, so tired. Sleep is pulling at my veins, my hair, the crust in my eyes I never brushed away. I woke at 3:30 and tossed in an anxious, drowsy, limbo between wanting to sleep and actually sleeping until seven.
A test, a birthday, a reading deadline, quizzes, a short story all by Thursday, and I cannot wait for the weekend. I want to shut my eyes for a few thousand minutes till the last dregs of tiredness are washed away.
December, pray that my sleep is dreamless.
Esther
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dear december
Não FicçãoContinued from last month's Dear November letters. A little less angsty, a little more poetic. Originally done on Polyvore, by @writingtips' and @smileylina 's suggestion, who got the idea from Youtuber Carrie Fletcher's series 'Letters to Autumn'.
