She's tired... The calendar turns.. the year is almost done. For what ever reason, although she really does know why, her life, has become exponentially busier.
3 nights... 3 hours of sleep.. 4th night 5... Why?? She Feels to drop asleep any second but she can't seem to stop working. To many things to get finished, new things cropping up, taking the lead.
She takes her leave, heads to her resting place and turns on the music only for her ears.. her body begins to relax, her shoulders soften..
Her brain switches. the melody line, rhythm and beat. Off of the hustle and bustle that surrounding her in real life and onto the faraway thoughts of communications, conversations, language and words said to and from another not of this space but of this time. With her eyes closed, she remembers the last exchange. She smiles slightly... pulls her body under the covers .. and dreams..
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