She was caught between her need for stability and her desire for change. Wondering if her restless search for everything she ever wanted would eventually leave her with nothing at all. Each night when her head hit her pillow she tried to drown her mind in Netflix and Prime, but the moment she stopped the suffocation came on to haunt her very breath. She wanted to scream at the darkness for want of some solace, some peace, some calm. Yet every night she finds herself crying to sleep, eyes misty with dreams of promises, promises of old love, a stranger’s caress or a heart that cares.
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