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Every weekday afternoonat 3 o’clockthe day becomes so heavy though its balance is far past the tipping pointthe last few hourslooming aheadare somewhat overwhelming and I just get so tired. I make a cup of caffeine free teawhich perks me up becausethe water is just fartoo hot then back to work withwistful sighs forsimpler times whencomplex afternoonswere met with mats and window shades. I miss napsso much morethan i miss youth(which was exhausting)every dayat 3 o’clockwe’d all lay downand close our eyesfor just a minute maybe 20 did we appreciate this?no.we didn’twe were foolish childrenunawareunable to anticipatethe wearinessof every dayas grown-ups and we wasted so muchtime we could haveclosed our eyes– for just a minute. I’ve never enjoyed sleepingall that muchsleep’s not that into memy mind transformsinto a loudunconscious sketchpadworking out the day ahead but napswell nestled in the chaoswere a keen respitefrom conscious mayhem and when you woke upthere was juicefrom plastic jugswith colors neon brightin paper cupsa liquid sweetness never matchedby the finest winesavailable to humanity I never liked the cookiesthey were always dryunsatisfyingcookies should be warm but the juice and naps were golden that’s what I am thinking ofeach weekday afternoonbehind my deskwith too hot tea at 3 o’clock. Get full access to :lowerblackpain at lowerblackpain.substack.com/subscribe
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