Eyes getting sleepy,
Mouth starts yawning,
Muscles get weak,
And I lie down.
I close my eyes,
And take my last yawn,
My muscle relaxes,
And I dream.
I think of my crush,
I think of my different life,
That I've always wanted,
And I think of dancing like a pro.
I think of being skinny,
And rich,
I think of being queen of the world,
And I think of being a person everyone loves.
I dream and dream,
Until I run out of things to think of,
And I keep my eyes close,
Until dawn.
When morning comes,
I open my eyes,
Stretch and yawn,
And make myself a cup of coffee.
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