cutout bed in front of a red solid circle over torn printed paper

Abed

Abed, all heart sings

Each body rests

As the mind flies

Our bodies sway

Like ships on rough seas,

And whole cities are born

And new civilisation too,

Abed secrets take the shape

Of ghosts that haunt our dreams

And of faceless memories

Covered with our bedsheets —

Those silent witnesses 

Of our unavowable fantasies.

-eiravel-

The cold bite of winter makes me want to stay in bed, under my thick blanket, while binging series and watching movies with my mug of tea or hot chocolate all day long — the dreeeaaammmmm😩.

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