The dream was pleasant.
Last thing I remember before waking up is myself talking about kettles to a tall stranger smiling a heart-stomping smile.
It’s all good. Except I woke up at 3:45 am, and I can’t dive into a mug of earl grey just yet, because everybody’s sleeping.
Without my drink of choice, it’s funny how I’m having a hard time focusing on the words. Or formulate any words, to be honest.
Is it legal even to write without a caffeinated or sugar infused drink ?
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