I wake in a conundrum to sounds of a tea kettle whistling outside my window and a bright gray light streaming through the crack in the shade; which has me wondering is it day or night?
4:04am, my phone illuminates for a brief moment and I wince at its glow. After registering the hour, my fingers lift, one by one, cascading the phone down to the foam beside me. With my mind now wide awake and sleep still in my eye, I curl back into my duvet for warmth, as the morning cold nips at my nose.
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