For quite some days, I am insomniac. Dreams - all sorts of them; weird, frightening, embarrassing, exhilarating - keep me awake all night, as if even the night was the toils I suffer inexorably during the day.
But don't you worry. I never saw you. I preserve you behind so secure a veil in my consciousness that even my willful dreams cannot defile your memory.
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