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So early it's dark, the time before dawn. Bells and cars are mellowed down, footsteps are as loud as a bark. Leaves crunching...oh yes. I hear it.
Waking up groggily, Scratching my head. After rubbing my eyes, I snuggle back in bed. But I'm awake now, I just can't sleep. The alarm clock is reminding me, With its stupid beep.
There are so many Opussians in this world of words, so I was wondering, what time is it by you. It seems as if time affects our motives and style of writing.
It's 5am. I've just woken up. Cant sleep anymore. Enough is enough. I'll do my best. To stay awake. But I don't think. I can stay awake very long anyway. I have poem. I've been debating.
It's 4am. I'm awake. It feels like I'm alone in the world. Not a sound outside except for the rain. I could be the the only person in the world.
*After a bath* I told her everything. She understood me, well I think she did. She is very good listener, and I am very talkative, so as best friends we are good match.
The mist covers the fields, As if blanketing from night. I'm awake, still driving... I'll be awake until its light. Yet I wouldn't miss it for the world. The sights you see at four.