Klonopin, Doxylamine, and my second glass of wine. No sleep. Sedated, but no sleep.
so I wait hoping the concoction will knock me out sometime before...well, it's 2:00 am and I need to be up for work in 4 hours. If I were free to enjoy my time as I please, I would have nothing but gratitude for this visit paid to me by the spirits of night, to spend time with her orange muted glow of fog-shrouded city streetlights, the unlikely and uncommon thoughts and sensations she brings to me. And put her on repeat.
I want to stay up and watch Fur: An Imaginary Portrait of Diane Arbus, one of my most favorite movies in the whole world.
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