Early
The song again.
One more time.
I make myself listen again.
It helps me sleep.
Not a good sleep.
A desperate sleep.
It helped at 3:46.
It helped 5:10.
At 5:21, I decided to start the day.
The coffee maker is too loud and bubbling for this dark morning.
My mom woke up.
And fell asleep again from 5:43-8:45.
The song again.
The song again…
But I don’t care to sleep.
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