Invent

When I have trouble sleeping at night and am done counting sheep, I invent memories. Happy, rosy memories, where I recreate the past they way I’d have liked it to be. I recant some words, undo some of the hurt and recast the past, inserting some more smiles. And before I know it, I’m asleep.

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