We slept alongside each other that night. I learned she slept like a starfish, with limbs that reach from one corner to the other. She moved a lot, she spoke just as often. I hadn’t really seen a more active sleeper. I had only really known sleep as such a muteness in time, a frozen place.
My childhood friends told me I sometimes resembled a corpse as I slept. I would lay on my back, legs unstacked and evenly parallel, my head would be unmoving and stoic, my arms crossed along my chest. I remember sleeping over at a neighbor's house once. I felt her fingers reach behind my ear to feel my pulse, she kept them there for a while. She jumped when I opened my eyes.
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