Alone I stir awake, looking at the white plain ceiling board. The dull sound of the refrigerator and the smell of last nights dinner. 3:51am, it's 27 deg and the rain is pouring outside. Twenty three days and counting, thinking of a place far far away. I can't sleep with the light off. I'm all alone.
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