1...2...3...4
Counting down was something I used to do a lot. It's been a while. It's the only thing I did to relax and feel inner peace.

5...6...7...8
Staring at the ceiling and counting each glow-in-the-dark star I have stuck on there. The faded green lights soothed my eyes and made them heavy.

9...10...11...12
I counted the leaves that were left on my little plant that sat on my window sill as I wiggled my fingers as my arms were spread out and my hands hung from the side of my bed.

"13...14...15...16"
I whispered out the numbers as my mouth felt dry and my tongue rested on the roof of my mouth.

17...18...19...20...
I swallow the last lump in my throat before closing the small gap on my eyes and disappearing into my last peaceful sleep.

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