white
White walls. White sheets. White blanket. White skinny legs pulled up against a white flat chest.
If you think hard enough, or maybe not at all, maybe time will really stop. I'll sink into the white.
White walls. White sheets. White blanket.
Now is certain. But it doesn't freeze. It will never freeze like the white statue in the white bed. Unchanging. Unmoving. Time doesn't work that way.
"Can I sleep forever"
White skies. White smiles. White pretty dresses and white paper that hasn't been drawn on yet.
I can wake up for these things.
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