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Sleepwalking

 


Yet again, sleep eluded me.

Once I was done acknowledging the presence my daily visitors, the thoughts that come and go unabashedly,
I remembered the walnut cake lying in the refrigerator. 

The detachment that I faked when I left it unfinished must have crushed its hopes.
Feeling guilty, I stepped into the kitchen to check on it.

But something stopped me on the way.

The bright yellowness of a streetlight not so far trickled through the condensate settled on the kitchen window. 

"You will have to cry yourself to sleep tonight", I whispered to the walnut cake and crouched on the floor.

The canvas of a moisture-laden curtain was ready to be scribbled upon. 
A rose bud, a cup of steaming hot coffee, a spool of tangled up thread or just simple chaos...

Staring at them fade and disappear, I nudged sleep, which had finally sneaked in and was sitting close to me. 

"Shall we go now?"

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