november 10th

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I rarely sleep on my back. Makes me feel like a vampire. But I like how my bed is beside the window, so I can look up and count the stars. It’s actually not that easy to do when I take my glasses off, but there is one star that shines so brightly that even I can’t miss it.

I look for it every night, even though Mom says I shouldn’t point to the stars because what if I guess mine?

Do you believe in wishing upon a falling star? I’m always so surprised when I see one that I can’t even think of anything, and then the moment’s gone.

How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.

Saturn, Sleeping At Last

It’s that season again when the clouds sit low, my throat scratchy, a pile of tissues around my bed, and Earl Grey cold on the table.

I try to sleep, but you know how it is with fever. Forever uncomfortable, in pain, and all sounds are distorted.

It is easier, though, to have a cold on a grey November day because the world is quiet anyway.

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