Mentally and physically, I need rest.
Rest. That elusive state of being that is avoided at all costs when we are truly young. That is not needed as much when we are young adults. That is craved when we become responsible adults.
Rest. Nest. Nap.
Stumble. Fumble. Fall.
That is what I wish.
The stress falling to the floor.
343 Days to go.
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