as the nights gone by she became more and more weary
her face grew pale
and applying special refresh-self-tan-lotions
or covering major part of the facial surface with an incredibly balanced array of colors
did not seem to help
she assumed physical exercise would help
and spent hours tiying the garden, cleaning the filthy weekend house, riding her bike
but...none of it seemed to help
as the days gone by she developed a secret-fear of entering her room
or going anywhere near her bed
she would have preferred sleeping on the ground in some other room
but
she assumed fears are often just reflections of our worried imagination
and she entered her bed night after night trying to find an inch of secure spot between the sheets, covers and her army of pillows
as the hours passed the darkness surrounding her body grew thick and sticky
her heartbeat raced around the room trying to identify the source of the dark
and she lay with eyes wide open as various types of spiders crawled across her mind
she could not take it any more
and as she gave way to her sadness
she found herself enclosed in a hug
rocking herself to a deep sleep
entering the world of dreams
where for one night she ciesed to fight herself
she lay in pain
she lay in peace
she lay in hope
in the preassure that builds when one feels lost.
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