Choose kindness. Things aren’t what they seem, and it’s later than you think.
Sometimes, in periods of sleep disturbances, waking too much at night, too many nightmares, I have waking dreams.
Sometimes they are terrifying and I see-but-don’t-see monsters in the corners, watching me, hungry. Sometimes they are beautiful and I see-but-don’t-see the shadow of every hand that touched a door, so many different lives in the same place.
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