Short story: Sleepwalking

Logan's Prose WEEKENDER
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I  can never remember my dreams, at least the ones I have when I’m asleep. I’ve been asleep for a week now, I think. I pull off my blanket and sidle down the stairs. The night air tells me to go back to bed with its icy chill, but I’m
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Sleepwalk with me

Reel Life

We all sleep alone. Physicality aside, we lie in the mercy of our own creations alone. You could fall asleep in the most public of places or wrapped tightly in someone’s arms and still feel as utterly alone. The fact of the matter is that a room full of people
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