My mind is bright awake and seeks no rest whatsoever. It lays through my perception. Not the mind. Awareness itself. Like a hard-on that won’t come back down after a dose of Viagra? My Consciousness is just here.
"Why sleep? What is that?” And it just wants to keep perceiving, being. Creating.
Does not feel like recounting. Feels like feeling. Now.
Left cheek down on the memory foam mattress. Body as well, face down, symmetric with legs stretched out past the end of the bed, flat hips and torso, elbows beside my head’s sides, wrists resting gently on the laptop, resting for my fingers that enjoy the typppping. Enjoy the click clack click of the keys. Of the words flowing. Flow. mmm. maybe body bringing sleep. will see.
"Why sleep? What is that?” And it just wants to keep perceiving, being. Creating.
Does not feel like recounting. Feels like feeling. Now.
Left cheek down on the memory foam mattress. Body as well, face down, symmetric with legs stretched out past the end of the bed, flat hips and torso, elbows beside my head’s sides, wrists resting gently on the laptop, resting for my fingers that enjoy the typppping. Enjoy the click clack click of the keys. Of the words flowing. Flow. mmm. maybe body bringing sleep. will see.
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