# sleeping act

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He was laying, turning his body around and around to find a comfortable position to sleep. Yesterday he slept like a snail, curled everything up, the day before, a vampire, with both his arms and legs straight out, and the day before that, a butterfly, tomorrow maybe a giraffe, standing. Every time he found it, he only had one wish.
He wishes to have a bullet fired through his head to make them stop running or a sword pierced through his heart to make it stop feeling.
Either way, by that it would open a door for his soul to get out, and touch the longing reality.
Did his wish finally come true? I can’t say, the last word he said to me was: " I am freeing myself! "

-R