late night laundry
An hour and nineteen minutes can seem so long
its not enough time to fall asleep,
but then again why would u want to;
to fall asleep with no sense of comfort
nothing to pull at when restless;
nothing to hide in,
or from.
falling asleep without comfort, a bad dream.
Only an hour and nineteen minutes
Enough to keep you anxious
cleaning to keep u busy,
scanning every surface for imperfections,
checking seven times that the oven is. indeed. off
Over processing every single action,
Every thought, down to the individual neurons.
you think, you clean, u scan,
… distracting yourself for only a fourth of the time...
An hour and nineteen minutes can seem so long.
One hour and nineteen minutes
just long enough to stare at walls
just long enough to let ur mind wander-
to overthink silly phrases like “Go Big or Go Home”
Why would anyone want to go big when u can go home?
Home to comfort,
Home to…
cold, wet, lifeless, comfort…
An hour and nineteen minutes can seem so long.
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