January 1, 2022

I would stay up on New Year’s Eve for the past two years to welcome the New Year. Last night, I decided to sleep through the New Year’s Eve festivities. The neighbors shooting fireworks, the dogs barking, the sound of debris hitting the house; none of that mattered. I slept without dreaming, without tossing and turning, and without expectations. Happy New Year.

Author: David W. Jones

David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television.

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