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Sleepwalking
The only one awake in this house.
Three eleven in the morning.
It makes sense why.
I'm waiting for everyone to wake up.
They're not.
I can't sleep.
But I'm tired.
I can't eat.
But I'm hungry.
Then suddenly the phone rings.
I answer it.
You were calling.
Said you couldn't sleep.
Needed someone to talk to.
I felt happy you called.
I felt a sense of belonging.
I felt you cared.
I felt you as a friend.
Then I felt I wasn't awake.
