4:00 am...
You know, sometimes it just doesn't feel right to get up at this hour.
The house is cold, it is definitely dark, my bed is squishy and comfy with great sheets and plump feather pillows and every instinct I had today was whispering, "Just five more minutes... c'mon.... just five more..."
Poo. Sometimes it sucks being a grown-up.
The house is cold, it is definitely dark, my bed is squishy and comfy with great sheets and plump feather pillows and every instinct I had today was whispering, "Just five more minutes... c'mon.... just five more..."
Poo. Sometimes it sucks being a grown-up.
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