My routine for sleep goes like this -
Take off clothes, stand in underwear and avoif eye contact with the disappointment in the mirror.
Wipe away black paint and powdery blush, rub cream onto my skin and gaze at the photos on the wall.
Take off underwear and put on my boxershorts and tshirt.
Pull back the bedcovers, swith off all light.
And find the right headphone for each ear and listen.
Let them sing me to sleep, shape my dreams with their artistic rythms and delicate phrases.
I've became dependant on a stranger, a stranger needs to sing me to sleep.
Tonight my routine is different.
I lie in bed now, worry weighing down my chest. Your friend, our friend had to phone to say how Gone you were.
Man, boy, you. I hope you're ok.
No stranger will sing me to sleep.
I can't listen anymore.
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