text | un: m.cabrera

[naloxone]

[ turns out? space doesn't give a single fuck about your circadian rhythm. or maybe insomnia is just that attached to her that even the absence of a sun dictating her internal clock doesn't faze it, like an old friend you wish would just forget you already.

one night (?) late into the early hours (???) marta finds herself drifting out of the room she's come to assume will be hers for the indefinite future, passing through stark white walls with all the sterility of a hospital, but none of its familiar chaos.

she's still getting used to the earpiece. still getting used to hearing other people's voices in her head. she doesn't mean to add another in the void, but one of her own thoughts blares out too vividly as she stares out into an actual void: ]

—but where are the stars?

Comments

[unbreachable]

It's a little bit of both. I've always been kind of an insomniac.

What kind of remedies?

[naloxone]

Just simple home remedies. But I guess I should have checked if they have anything here before offering.

[unbreachable]

Honestly, I don't know what they've got available here. I'm all for home remedies, if you've got suggestions.

[naloxone]

Chamomile tea. Jasmine and lavender oils. Warm milk.
Things like that.

[unbreachable]

I've never tried jasmine before. Does it really work?

[naloxone]

It's different for everyone, every body. But generally, yes.