Deprived

Sleep eludes me. It’s a precious commodity of which I can no longer afford. I close my eyes, only to endure an hour or two sleep. I long for the days of 8 or more hours of slumber; dreams that would take me to magical worlds and places. The sleep-bank is closed and I am, therefore, deprived.

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