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Me: Late nights, the smell
of tomorrow’s coffee waiting to
be brewed. The bed is soft
but doesn’t offer rest, not when my
mind is swarming, infested with
worries and the remaining week’s
plans. The cat has no problem,
she’s asleep within seconds, the
lucky bitch. I play with the idea of
just forcing an all-nighter, play
those simulated fantasies until the
sun imposes itself on the curtains.
But that is an idea that has never
ended well. Class is fast
approaching, I won’t have much
time if I don’t spend it now, yet
here I am putting words to a phone
at the earliest of the morning
of tomorrow’s coffee waiting to
be brewed. The bed is soft
but doesn’t offer rest, not when my
mind is swarming, infested with
worries and the remaining week’s
plans. The cat has no problem,
she’s asleep within seconds, the
lucky bitch. I play with the idea of
just forcing an all-nighter, play
those simulated fantasies until the
sun imposes itself on the curtains.
But that is an idea that has never
ended well. Class is fast
approaching, I won’t have much
time if I don’t spend it now, yet
here I am putting words to a phone
at the earliest of the morning
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