Pre sleep thoughts

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When did we start believing in wishes?

Like, the whole idea is strange, but there’s always a part of you left hoping that, miraculously, the wish will be granted, and momentarily we’ll be happy.

It was 11:11 when I wrote this. When did 11 become so lucky??

And what about wishing on stars? Or plucking off the petals of a wild flower, hoping you’ll get ‘he loves me’ before leaving a bare stem.

Or the crossing of fingers. Or maybe it’s the avoidance of bad luck by the knock of wood, or opening an umbrella outside versus in.

Perhaps it’s the sleep talking.

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-Sun Nov 12 ☆