Monday, January 24, 2011

7:26 am

Tired. But that moment still comes no matter what happens. Never failing to arrive, never hesitating to interrupt the peace. I unwillingly wake up and I am greeted by a dark, dreary Surrey morning. The sound of the rain, the darkness of my room, and the warmth of my bed all work to try and lull me back to the dreams I had left only minutes before.

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