Too many cartoons

Sleep is like a Birthday present
gift wrapped in bed sheets.
The heavy covers press on my shivering body.
Silence echoes throughout the room.
The scent of linen under my nose
Streetlight glows through the blinds, and
the taste of plastic retainer in my mouth.
I wish Sondra could have shared this bed
back in town.
definitely without the retainer though.
Dreaming was always a good time.
filled with web-slinging and Kamehamehas
The webs clogged my brain.
"Water is known for it's cellular cohesiveness" Spiderman said to Mary Jane.
The cascading river of my consciousness,
quivering with animation.
I lift off the ground, floating to my next episode.
Princess Jessica is having a good night.
At this rate, she's going to have a lot of great nights too.
Each dream filled with pixilated visions of stories.
I'll remember each detail with vivid forgetfulness.
I hear the phrase "Konnichiwa, Vasha za Stampedo"
after the previous night of Trigun.
My clock turned and looked at me. He repeated in a shrieking voice
"HEY! You should really get up soon!"
As I turned off the shriek.I don't remember.

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