I've been getting used to waking up right before my 6am alarms, even on the weekends. I'm surprised at myself for doing so, seeing how I'm such glutton for sleep. Whenever I find myself asleep in someone else's bed however, I have the hardest time falling asleep and spend hours in pseudo-sleep, just listening to the way they breath, or most cases, snoring. I was looking forward to doing so this weekend, and yet I am in my own bed, waking up with a full night's rest. Devastation knows no bound. Fortunately I find that my sleep pattern has not been severly disturbed at this time, though I do spend a lot of time dozing off a lot just so I don't have a chance to think.
I smelled in a distance a faint scent of cigarettes, and I'm already a wreck for the morning. I should get ready to head out. More reminiscing will only prolong the hurt.
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