High-functioning sleepwalkers [243]
Greetings from my shed...
The sun has been rising later than me. Unfazed by my morning alarm. I swear I’m still dreaming when I get to the bathroom and open the blind to the tail end of night. These are dark chocolate days. A bitter sweet blend. Not long now till we can have whisky in our porridge.
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