Voices It was just as quiet as it could be. You could hear a needle drop into the wooden floor. My sister was sleeping and so was my mom. The only one awake was me. Me with my thoughts. Spinning in circles in my head. Thoughts with voices that grew louder and louder. Voices of worries, fears, expectations and plans. At the end I did barely notice the extremly loud ticking of the clock. Ticking "time.to.sleep."
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