Freedom looks like a closet that is organized

A bed that I sleep in with my dog, alone

Waking up without migraines

No longer needing so much medication

Buying fruit for dinner

And frozen yogurt for dinner

Reading all weekend

Sleeping instead of talking 

Having fancy bedding

Expensive books

Dancing at sunset

A garden far from New York City

A sky with a million stars at night that makes me cry out in plain sight

Or somebody to wash my hair with lavendar shampoo

Freedom is my fantasy; my unicorn


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