Some mornings, after I wake up, I remember dreaming that I was stranded on an island.

Some afternoons, I find myself drifting further and further away from everybody I'm around.

Then there are some nights, when I go to sleep, that I wish nothing more than to wake up; alone on an island.

Maybe someday, if I wish hard enough, or dream it enough, I'll wake up on that little slice of paradise.

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