The night was exhausting

11 Jan

I dreamt that I was running. I ran for hours. It wasn’t a race. I wasn’t exercising. I was running simply to run. I ran through streets and alleys. I ran through fields of sunflowers and on roads of gravel. It wasn’t frightening. I wasn’t escaping. Just running.

Perhaps the dreary weather is getting to me.

I need to get outside for some serious sun therapy, I suppose.

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