It's 10:22 as I'm sitting here writing, staring out of my bedroom window looking for inspiration.
The first thing I see are the stars, the way they glisten like sugar, I'm lucky to be able to see them at all, but because I live in the country, I can.
Then I stare out onto the playing field across the road, it's completely empty, which is weird because there's usually a football match on Fridays.
Then I look to the right of my window and see a man walking his dogs, there's three of them and one looks rather frightened
But all in all I just sit here and wish I wasn't such an insomniac...
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