Help me to stay awake. I cannot remember how to articulate certain gestures would help me, oh, help me to stay awake. I cannot be the person in my dreams. See me object to the daylight by blinking my eyes. I fall asleep briefly forgetting the noise of the day that would buzz in my ears like sparks of lightning that jump between my head and the wall three times as I doze off before waking again briefly I dream of returning home to walk in the fresh, damp air again. Crossing mountains in my mind, high over the fuzzy trees, I remember the smell of snow melting in late winter, how it would remind us of coming spring, the way the snow would crust with dirt, like the coating on an ice-cream bar, then melt away. See the sky turn to cobalt blue in the east. A red glow flames in the windows reflecting the western sunset. Dinner shared just hours before in the dining room adjacent to a cluttered kitchen. Family revolves around Mother who works hard, because Father is gone. The faint smell of wood smoke finds me here. It is not yet dark.
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