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Day 30 of Quitting
Well, I’m back in Canada and this saga continues, but I’d be lying if I said it’s been easy. Two afternoons ago, my boyfriend and I landed in Toronto after 21 hours of flying and three days of travel. We had just gotten off a 15-hour flight from Hong Kong to Canada where neither of us slept. The temperature had gone from plus-30 to negative-25 (celsius), no coffee was hitting as beautifully strong as Australian coffee had (iykyk), and a long to-do list was waiting for us on the other side of a 5-hour car ride back to the remote village we live in, up in northern Ontario.
By sleepy draftsabout 4 hours ago in Longevity
Day 4 of Quitting. Top Story - January 2026.
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts26 days ago in Longevity
Dust. Content Warning.
I wipe cobweb-palmed ghosts of handprints off of Oscar's window. Nothing here looks familiar in the eye of unflinching daylight. A spider hangs from the skeleton of a dead chandelier. The only thing I recognize from last night is the smell of dust. Even after taking my morning shower and changing into a clean, pressed uniform, all I can smell is dust. It clings to my hair, to my teeth, to my tongue, my skin. Last night clings to everything.
By sleepy drafts2 months ago in Critique
The Path Back to Pebble Beach. Runner-Up in Harvest of Memory Challenge. Top Story - November 2025.
The season changes but the memories, soaked in everlasting summer, do not. Even as the sun dips below the horizon, tucks itself into the hills and curls beneath the valleys
By sleepy drafts2 months ago in Poets
