I lay in bed, and dream in brightness, and colours
I think of days past.
lazy
tired
weary
not from hard work- but from working hard through mourning.
The hardest work, is to lay there, and not feel a thing.
to dream in colours and brightness, when dreaming is done in the dark.
I lay in bed, throughout the day.
staring at the bright sunlight on the wall dreaming your in the next room
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