{"sf1_id":2132523,"sf2_id":"214B0pdm","title":"…sleepy…","author":"Jiblits","words":75,"posted_at":"2024-05-05T08:20:44.000Z","tags":["Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2132523-sleepy","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/214B0pdm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/73/ea/73ea300b-4d81-4610-b2cb-b49793852040","description":"Imported from SF2 with no description.","content":"Back from that place\n\nI hid, jus ran, anytime it came across my mental face\n\nNothin extreme\n\nBut, still a living bad dream\n\nThe possibilities were guaranteed\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt was know exactly what could, should, \u0026 would, proceed\n\nNot a moment ever content\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt was all, what I knew, I would someday resent\u0026nbsp;\n\nSo, the door was always left, for time to take\n\nI knew, if I’d ever visit, in a sweat, I would surely wake"}