I wanted to sleep tonight, mostly to prove to myself that life starts today and not tomorrow. But the girls, the one whom I live with- the other her guest, they fell asleep in my bed. So, I gave up and crept back upstairs to the attic. It's noisy up here. The unfinished roof doesn't do much to filter loud storms and besides, I spy tree tops baring their pine-cone claws outside the windows.
I get scared at night when it's cold and noisy. My childish fears are exposed by shrill screams of passing wind and eery shadows. I begin to feel restless and tend to write too much.
Before I know it, time has passed that could have been better spent sleeping. Which reminds me that it is, in fact, tomorrow.
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