The Comfort of My Pillow by Kori | Written 7/19/17
Sleep has become a distant friend,
4 hours of peace is all that is given.
Ignoring the news of the world,
helps with the sanity.
I hoover my lunch,
(chicken and rice)
rush to my car,
to count some sheep.
The new guy is fluent in three languages,
Spanish, French, and English.
I try to keep up with the convo,
but I catch myself falling asleep.
Find me lurking below:
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