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I can't do anything before 9 o'clock. Nothing but sit, listen to music, chat or sleep. Sleeping is what sounds best, despite my need to do something productive. I know I won't be able to do anything, so I won't even try.
Inspired by others, I thought to write. But the inspiration suddenly fled, and I'm left with a sudden tired ache throughout my body, and an assortment of music that bids me to sleep. I really think I might. The laundry can wait, the homework can wait. I'll get it all done when the time comes.
Maybe just the smallest nap, and I'll be able to think more clearly. But then, that feeling probably will go. It's ok. I have no use for this memory feeling anyway. It's just a pool in a complex I saw only several times, and a sunset I've seen many. It's a strange interesting feeling, but I have no real use for it. I think I'll let it go.
An hour nap should be just fine. And then it should be dark enough to live.
Inspired by others, I thought to write. But the inspiration suddenly fled, and I'm left with a sudden tired ache throughout my body, and an assortment of music that bids me to sleep. I really think I might. The laundry can wait, the homework can wait. I'll get it all done when the time comes.
Maybe just the smallest nap, and I'll be able to think more clearly. But then, that feeling probably will go. It's ok. I have no use for this memory feeling anyway. It's just a pool in a complex I saw only several times, and a sunset I've seen many. It's a strange interesting feeling, but I have no real use for it. I think I'll let it go.
An hour nap should be just fine. And then it should be dark enough to live.