When I retire to my bed, the lights remain on.
Every night, I look up at the moon, thinking about how it seems like a small pool into which I may fall. I recall school trips and slices of chilled meats, as well as money returns and new lingo.

I meticulously prepare 500 meals in advance, seeking preparedness and freshness in my life.i long for new shoes, ones that can withstand wetness and leave a lasting impression.
I hope to have a curriculum vitae that garners plaudits and a salary that equates to thunderstorms.
I’d like to believe that some folks enjoy lives as grand as palaces, where bills are paid on time and bird sightings bring them delight.

During my spare time, I accumulate coupons and keep them in my wallet, only to forget to redeem them, a constant cause of anxiety that gnaws at me day after day.
I can feel my heart vibrating within me when I close my eyes.