Warm air slips into the room, kindling the sleeplessness that lies on the pillow. Another lonely night in the confines of his tiny room. He consoles himself with the cushy bed.
"Hey, at least I get to do whatever I want."
He finds warmth only in the balmy summer air. The heavy air suffocates his thoughts. An uncertain reverie pulls the consciousness away from his troubled life.
2 comments:
i blogged about this: bad habits are like comfy beds, easy to get into, hard to get out of.
Yes, and deadly they are too.
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