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It was dark outside her window. There were no street lamps nearby, her house surrounded by tall trees. She lay in her bed, thinking. Wishing she could fall asleep. Unfortunately for her, she was far too awake for that. She always was. With a sigh, she swung her legs out of the bed and stepped carefully across the cold wooden floor, avoiding the creaky spots. She couldn't risk waking anyone. She curled up in a chair by the window, wrapped in a soft blanket. The air in the room was cold, her breath forming soft clouds that dissipated quickly.

The stars weren't out tonight. She hated those kinds of nights. You couldn't see a thing other than the inky black depths of space. Not even the moon could be seen from where she sat. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, plugged her headphones in and played some soft music as she watched the unchanging sky. She didn't even notice herself falling asleep.

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