He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

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With heavyeyes that I refused to close,
I yawned

and yawned

and yawned.


Tiredness was kicking in,
bringing along with it
a slight desire to rest.


I rubbed my eyes
and dragged my feet to the window.

"Miss... you should try and rest up."
A young nurse commented.


"I don't want to."

"But you need to."

"I refuse."


With my arms resting on the windowsill,
I let the wind plant its refreshing kiss on
my forehead.


"When will I be able to go out
and play?"

The question shot like wildfire.

"After you rest up."

"But I am not sleepy."
Lies. "Stubborn as ever, I see."


Within a few minutes' ticking,
my eyes shut on their own accord
allowing blackness to envelop me whole.

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