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[somersault]

i am dreaming that lines of people are waiting to do drugs in a bathroom. it's a pizza parlor or a bar, someplace like canada, all sprawled out space and dirty carpet. somebody in my house slams a door and i wake up shaking. for some reason, i am thinking the word boyfriend. for a moment i think it's morning but right that same moment i know it

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[morricone1900]

but are they dressed formally at this canadian drug party?

[morricone1900]

it's hard to believe these anecdotes of your light sleeping, having observed you able to sleep soundly until 5 in the afternoon, during which time not even three people showering and clunking around, nor the smell of turkey sausage fryin' up on the barbie could wake you. ;)

A burning house matters more if it burns in daytime, because I will surely sleep through it.

[somersault]

Key words: "At night."
The daytime poses no problems; I could sleep through a nuclear fucking disaster, or at least wake up to take notice and then slip right back into bed. Night is the fucking problem; it's like a bedroom I've had for years that nonetheless seems strange to me anew each time I attempt to sleep in it.

I just wasn't cut out for normativity, I guess. :/