When I stress out, I eat strawberry ice cream. And I lay down on my huge stripy, orange-y pillow, I stare on my curtain, observe the movement it makes from the wind that blows from my little fan.

And I will just lie flat. Thoughtless. Dreamless. Eyes wide open. Wishing that everything will be in place when I wake up. Hoping that everything is a thought derived from a scared piece of mind.

And I just perceive the sound as it is. Not trying to block any. I don't have the reason for doing so, I just do.

I just think, I have it all handled well.

I think. Well...


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