Afternoon seeps through the blinds
yet sleep permeates from my skin.
Walking through colorful dreams?
or drifting in gray?
Sincerely, my fingers skate over your
beating drum. I turn to the window,
blink once, and fall
back into you, back into
sleep. 

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