you can't sleep.
you
get up and go downstairs,
you open
the refrigerator door,
rub your
chin, then close it.
nothing
interests you.
you walk over to the window.
it's pitch black out.
you lift a book
up from the coffee table,
then set it back down.
you go back
to the refrigerator
to see if anything has changed,
it hasn't, so
you go back up the stairs
and get
into bed again.
the dog stares at you,
and shakes
his head and sighs.
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