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Arabella Simon Sep 2014
The sun beats into my room
casting a stream of light
that illuminates the floating particles of dust.

The vinyl continues to spin
playing static sounds of nothingness,
waiting to be turned.

Pillows scattered across my bed
while white sheets stay drawn back.

As I curl into the feathered sheets,
my mind pauses.

Being alone has never bothered me till now.

— The End —