and i get out of bed.

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i miss overgrown grass meadows and

playing tag with our shadows. i wish

i could take my memories and revive

them into realities. i fish for hope each

morning i open my eyes, but it’s not

often that i latch onto any. even so,

i refer to my list of reasons to wake

up and carry on with the day — the

first reason being that someday,

my realities will be better than

my memories, and i’ll finally

be able to exist in present time.

until then, i let myself live in

my head and i get out of

bed.