I am taking a break from reality,
My fingers scurrying leafs in rooms I could not longer read.
I am calm and this is also me.
A breath on the air that I exhaled,
My muscles feel the mattress underneath my weight.
I think that it means that I will be ok.
The cat on my arm sings her loud song,
Just as she has been doing all along.
The world is still here.
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