There was no way she could sleep like this.
One scrunched underneath her, the other draped
awkwardly over the top of her.
She tried rearranging them with no improvement.
Flipping onto her other side, she tried again.
It was the same.
One was pushing into her ribs and side of her face,
the other one couldn’t decide if it was going to flop in front of her, behind
her or tenuously perch on top.
Even on her back, there was an unnatural uncertainty
of where they should go.
Sighing in frustration, she wished arms could just screw
off at night.
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