SENSORY SWOVERLOAD
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Who can sleep at a time like this, when the air goes whoosh and every sound goes hiss.
Who can sleep at a time like this, when every wall wires a song to a particular tick, and the clocks strick 12 at every minute around here.
Who can sleep! I scream in my head, when every noise is turned up, and up, louder in my head.
When every snore is a truck, and every cough is a hockey puck, and every walk is a stomp and every whisper is a stadium romp.
Who can sleep, at a time like this.
It's 12 at night, but I'm wide awake, and in a panicked fright.
I close my eyes and try to sleep, but my eyes hurt as they shed through tears. And my ears just can't stand the piercing pain.
My head is a thunderstorm of bumbling rain. What will happen if I can't escape the pain?
