As the sun is hidden from the grey clouds in the sky,
there is a sense of calm,
a sense of self for just a mere moment.
She closes her eyes, chills grace her bare skin.
Heartbeats unknown-
Face covered by her limp arm.
Fingers curled from relaxation.
Each breath so shallow
Moments pass- dreams fade.
She sleeps to be happy, for one hundred dreams are better than one day in reality.
Eyes peak; and close.
"Just one hundred minutes more" - she begs.
"I'd even take one hundred days."
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