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Street Cleaners

  You can’t sleep. You roll around and toss and turn in my sheets. Restless. Somewhat unlike the boy who used to sleep in with me until 3pm in my loft bedroom. I used to have to kiss you a million times just to wake you up from your doze. When the sun rose we used to take it in turns to drape sheets over the windows to stop the light entering our cocoon a little longer. Remember? Now you can’t settle so I tell you to go. It’s 5am and the sun is just beginning to show on the curtains. Night’s gone but it’s not quite morning yet either. There’s a distant whirring coming from the street cleaners outside. It reminds me of walking through our sleeping city the first time I left with you. You kiss me on the forehead and tell me to go back to sleep. Zip up your jacket, walk down the hallway, down the stairs and the door clicks shut. I lay in silence, your headlights beam up my …