Sleepless
I woke up at 7:00 am.
I’m up early, I know, I know, get off my case…
I’m getting less and less sleep each night.
For some reason.
The bed is cursed or something.
The sunrise is nice.
But it’s cursed too.
It’s 3:30.
I think it’s 3:30 in the morning.
It could be afternoon.
A lot happens after noon.
I don’t go downstairs.
I would wake them all up.
So I close my eyes.
And prepare to open them at 7:00 am.
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