There are days when the bed is perfect. The warmth is just right. And all you want to do is sleep through the day. Then you arise in a panic because you remember why you needed to wake earlier than normal. I’ll rest when I’m dead.
There are days when the bed is perfect. The warmth is just right. And all you want to do is sleep through the day. Then you arise in a panic because you remember why you needed to wake earlier than normal. I’ll rest when I’m dead.
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