Yet each night's rest doesn't come easy. I find myself asleep in the end, but it's not a given. I could stay up and still be okay. And in the afternoons, I'm not always wide awake. I always fight the urge to fall asleep.
It's like I've let myself halfway through the door, and left one foot behind. And I've been stuck there since.
I guess I must miss home very much, even if I don't believe it myself.
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