Already out of time today. It moves too fast.
Up at 4am, after tossing from 2am onwards. Drifting is fine when sleeping or floating but thrashing is another thing. Where has the morning gone? No exercise, no writing, nothing at all. Just the recurring tedium of a new life moving around me.
Dullness is not softness in dreams. It is a stomach-ache that is hiding behind my eyes.
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