7:16AM
I am bushed. As the sky outside my little room gets higher and higher. My eylids inch closer towards each other like a lovelorn couple would do in slow-motion in an ultra cheesy old school period drama.
At least I am still awake in one way or another. Perhaps, it is time for breakfast.
At least I am still awake in one way or another. Perhaps, it is time for breakfast.


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