A Fancy Band aid🌌

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A Fancy Band aid 🌻
What if a bad dream wakes you up in the middle of the night, your body drenched in sweat, unable to sleep again, when you get to know that your eyelids actually shrink and they aren't able to cover your eyes and fall back to sleep again, and then you curse your eyelids for not contributing enough and also that bad dream which you can't even remember. The worst part eventually arrives, the thought of answering every single question that revolves in your brain, your dark thoughts, unwritten poems struggling to get a seat as if midnight is the last local train to reach your consciousness, and then you start to feel like there is this whirlpool motion going on in your stomach and the very next moment you will puke. Just to let go of all the toxic memories and thoughts that ended up there, the only reason for insomnia, otherwise.  You check your phone screen, it's 3.45 am, still 2 hrs to hear the sound of your alarm clock.
Then checking random instagram posts stalking your own self, finding ways to fancy it, searching for some interesting reads and movies, recreating your playlists, researching on how to deal with insomnia and then eventually thanking your bedroom window for showing a ray of hope, sending back some unanswered questions assuring them that tomorrow it's their turn and then posting a picture on your instagram account as a fancy band aid to hide your wound.

-Shruti Sawant💙

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