Some nights, I fall asleep dreaming of hobbits and elves, and of immense dragons dwelling in dark dank caves. I think to myself how nice it would be to not have to deal with bills, and school, and drugs, and all the other essentials of life. Some nights I dream of death and try to grasp what it would be like to sleep without dreams. Without thinking. Never waking up. Some nights, slumber brings girls, and sex, but that really doesn't need much of an explanation. Most nights, I fall asleep to the constant whir of the lonely air conditioner. Turning on, and off. To the fluctuation of water passing through the pipes of the toilet, and the sink. Nature's crickets are the police sirens, and shaterring of beer bottles on the hard black asphalt outside. I try to remember if the door is locked but find myself entirely too lazy to check for sure.Birth sign: Leo
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