Without looking at the clock he knew the time had come. Darkness still cloaked the room and the cold pervaded his skin. The clock was telling him it was time to go. Fluidly to a silent alarm. Dress first, then think. It was too cold. In the dark room he looked back at the bed- left as a mess- and sighed. It felt like he had been awake all along. His mind asked him why he never slept, but to preserve the silence he did no reply. There would be time later. The bed waited and he thought to it "I'll get back to you"
stay beautiful
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