She was exhausted,
Sad,
fighting through the haze of the clouds,
outside and in.
Rest was not restful,
Because adrenaline rushed her,
making a peaceful bed wired.
The dark cloud settled above her head,
Figuratively of course,
And proceeded to shade her thoughts
Grey and gloomy.
A sliver of sunshine may help,
but
She's under the weather, with no intention
of throwing back the covers.
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