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I am a paranoid little creature these days. I need to hibernate; get used to the feeling of my own warm breath covering my face as I huddle under the blankets; know the shape of my own body again, curled up like a baby in the womb of my bed; the way my hands produce too much heat under the covers, folded neatly and morbidly on my stomach as I stare up at the slope of my ceiling and the cobwebs that float up there.

I'd love to make some money during this upcoming break, but what I'd like more is just to sleep.

Just...sleep.