All the numbers from zero to one hundred and one.

I lie in bed and try to count myself to sleep.

All the numbers from zero to one hundred and one.

When I get to the top, I count all the way back down.

Except I can’t keep track. And I can’t fall asleep either.

It’s a cakewalk through twenty-five, but by the forties I’m battling to keep focus.

And you win every time, somewhere around fifty-four.

Your voice, your smell, the texture of your hair. I give in – and plunge headfirst into the memories I spent all day trying to forget.

Then I start over from zero.

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Title by: Keen Ayda
Story by: Jenny

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