I can see you behind my eyelids. I'm trying very hard to sleep on this hard floor and in this sleeping bag that smells like old shirts and your dog, but you are lying so close to me and I can see you behind my eyelids. And I can hear you breathing. When you're sleeping, I mean REALLY sleeping, your breathing sounds like your dreams are running marathons, or like you're about to explode with frustrated anger because you've been messing around with the hood up for hours and you STILL can't figure out why your truck won't start.
I can see you behind my eyelids and I can hear you breathing and I can smell you because this sleeping bag smells like your dog and YOU smell like your dog so this sleeping bag smells like you and I can't sleep because you are lying so close to me but you broke my heart. You broke my heart and I pretended it didn't matter and now you think it's OK to visit our friend at the same time as me so there isn't enough room and you and I are sleeping on the floor together and I can't sleep because you broke my heart and you CAN sleep.
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