Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Tired
My eyes flew open at the sound of my alarm clock beeping. I sat up and squinted as the bright sun came shining through my window, uninvited. I struggled to get my feet on the floor, finding it hard to pull myself from the soft sheets. To the kitchen I went for a freshly brewed cup of coffee, the only thing keeping me going on this difficult Monday morning.
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