We´re on the drousy bridge between awake and sleep .
I´ve got to get to bed.
Tired body, exhausted head.
On the verge of dropping off.
The blankets must cover me soon.
Dark and warm.
My dream needs to be opened as a can of beans.
My eyes like shopfronts shut.
I disappear from this day.
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