prologue

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dan

There's a difference between sleepy and tired. Sleepy is when you're all cuddled up under a blanket, dozing off daintily in the arms of your love. Tired is when you've just downed your third cup of coffee, struggling to keep your eyes open as you head about your morning. I've never been able to figure out which one I am.

I don't have enough time to think about it coherently enough before the leftover aroma from my freshly extinguished lavender candle and the soft sound of Breezeblocks by Alt-J emitting from my vinyl player lull me into a deep, peaceful sleep. The only state I ever liked.


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