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He tried to move but could not, he felt for good that he was in bed, his mind clearly confirmed that it was so, was it the soft cosyness of the bed linen, or that in the cold morning soft sun made a paralysing impact, or that the mind did not foresee anything pressing or hard, or was it that he did not sleep enough as per biorythm, and still wanted to keep stuck to bed, but his eyes were wide ajar, and mind was sharp,near rather than afar, most of that he had thought, did not fit in with the logic , any thing that was not logical was rarely done, it was normality of logic that had prevailed so far, or was it that insomnia was spreading in "batches" to morning, which was physical and had to be confirmed when it struck the next morning yet again and again and again, how does he explain it all now and keep the pain, of adjusting to it in entirety, as he thought all this and was going for more, his mind ached and pained really hard, he was after all "adjusting" with the "uncommon" event, and trusted that he could and really do so, presto! he felt groggy and fell to sleep, till he was woken again in the afternoon for another day

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