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It's way way past what bedtime should be What time even is that? The neighborhood is quiet The occasional drunk walks by His path illuminated by crystals in the sky I close my eyes and count imaginary sheep One, two, three, four... I'm bored. I sigh. I roll onto my front. I wish I could shut down my thoughts As easily as turning my laptop off. Five, six, seven, eight... My eyelids are dropping... I groan. I reach to my bedside table. I turn the alarm off. Why do I always fall asleep When it's time to wake up?
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Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC
Fast Awake
It's way way past what bedtime should be What time even is that? The neighborhood is quiet The occasional drunk walks by His path illuminated by crystals in the sky I close my eyes and count imaginary sheep One, two, three, four... I'm bored. I sigh. I roll onto my front. I wish I could shut down my thoughts As easily as turning my laptop off. Five, six, seven, eight... My eyelids are dropping... I groan. I reach to my bedside table. I turn the alarm off. Why do I always fall asleep When it's time to wake up?
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Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC
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