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So I couldn't sleep last night.

Lights were off and everyone's asleep.

I am laying comfortably on my bed

looking at the dancing shadows on my wall.

For a second I felt I was home.

This is not new to me --

overthinking is my expertise.

At night, ideas come and go.

I wouldn't write them down

because I trust I could remember them

when the morning breaks.

It is not usually the case.

Mornings are routines.

Routines wash away every little emotions

from the night before.

So I couldn't sleep last night.

Lights were off.

I made my way to the kitchen.

Guided by my instinct, carefully.

I've been here enough to have familiarity.

I sat down in the darkness.

I felt I was home.

I wanted to be home.

So I couldn't sleep last night.

Tears fell on my cheeks.

I couldn't wait to be awake.