Can't sleep... So tired, but sleepless.
Every so often, as I lie here on my bed on the floor, I hear mum in her bedroom. The rustling of a plastic bag, the flushing of the toilet. It fills me with dread that she is throwing up again, and makes me get up and rush to her room to check on her.
Need to get up in four hours or so for a doctor's appointment on the other side of town.
Can't sleep, but I need to. We, as in mum and I, both need to...
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