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'My Bed' by Tracey Emin 

The rumpled bedding, have enveloped the vibrational emotions for so long, naturally started to shift in a strata.

Every afternoon, when the sun reached its high point above the near tree, the room and its belongings have been dissolving in sunbeams.

It was no need to make a bed.

Solar flares were changing frequencies. X-class flares have increased for the last 3 months, and had impact on emotions.

Every evening, when things returned back, she wrote the affirmations and put them under the pillow, drank plenty of water, crawled in the bed, and got dropped in the 5D sleep…

…She created her thoughts. Choices-rivals like kids were playing in different rooms, showing off their toys. On the door of one auditorium there was a warning sign: ground course… ‘May I come in?’ Nobody responded. Invisible hand pushed her in…

…She found herself at home. Sitting at the edge of bed, she has groped the quarter in the pocket. Slowly turned in the hand, the girl brought it up to cover the broken skin at her forehead. Carefully pressed, squeezed lips, pronounced blunt sound ‘p’ ,(as the grandpa would say, smiled), - she released the sting.

 The sounds of shower and rain blended in the meditative mode.Fresh addition, the suitcase patiently waited, learning against the visible today bed.

New life beckoned from the window, accelerating every grid of space. If we only paid attention…  

wordle 153 by Brenda Warren

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