Sleep?

Nah. I’m not in the mood. Pretty soon the birds will start chirping. Maybe I’ll stay up for a sunrise. I haven’t seen one in a while.

It is quiet and calm in the last hours. Soon someone will wake up, the force of habit pulling them out of their bed before they realize that it’s Sunday, crawl gratefully back under the covers and slide through a groggy mist into another dream.

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I’ve been thinking up  a good name for this, my brain factory, so that it can exist on its own. Sorry tumblr. I’ve grown tired of you. I want to give a sense of legitimacy, however faint, to my words—even if it’s only the symbolic victory of a recognizable nametag.