2 a.m.

I am so restless. I keep slipping into dreams and then waking up again. My hands feel on fire. Prayers are slipping from my mind and from my lips, and I feel haunted by my thoughts, by memories that felt so sweet. I wondered, whispered aloud, what kept me awake. Was it sin? Letters and tears litter the bed. My sister snores soundly beside me. I am so restless.

Remind me… never to drink coffee after 9 p.m.

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