Soporific

Dream back to the days of playgrounds and playdates

Can I remember the times when I drowned in torrential energy?

Bubbling, bumping, bouncing

Leaping, laughing, living

And oh so curious

What’s this? What’s that?

Tell me a story mama!

I’m tired.

Tired of all the expectations

Tired of listlessly chewing my nails thinking on and on

Grades, colleges, jobs

Tired of my own laziness, submitting to another night of television

Static on the screen, pixilation plaguing my brain

I’m tired of my falsetto laugh; I long for an eruption of laughter

Spurting from the belly to wake me

I ooze exhaustion from late nights, past the witching hour, boo!

AH!

What a surprise, more beer pong?

Ping! Pong. plop

Tired of flirting, tired of stressful texts, close my eyes to the “Oh. My. Gods"

Benadryl for my soul.

My lack of imagination lugs me to sleep

Why are my once animated friends now slumbering stuffed animals?

What happened to the brain that could play by itself for hours?

Tired of aging,

Tired of fearing in the back of my mind that as I settle into

My pillow

I will

Sleep

Through

My

Own

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