Every morning
I wake up and stare at anything.
Whatever music is playing is euphoric, because it has been on repeat through the night above my head.
Lyrics fuse with my dream state and I think about the dream I just had, any girl who I’d like to say something to, or what it be like if I walked upstairs and my parents never came home.
I sit for maybe 30 minutes to an hour, thinking like this, staying warm and eternal before getting up and shrugging off everything that I had just thought.
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