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Cold Sheets.

When Night Teaches Hope.

By TestPublished 4 months ago 1 min read

I love the feel of cold bedsheets

on nights when anxiety makes me sweat.

The silence becomes medicine,

the darkness a gentle friend.

And in the stillness,

the light of hope stirs,

a new current rising in me,

anticipating morning,

something fresh,

something good,

something worth waiting for.

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