3am club (Me, Myself and I)
It’s only 7:35 a.m., but it feels like I’ve already lived a whole day. Lately, sleep and I are not on speaking terms. Normally, I’d be an early riser at 5 a.m., but now I’m waking up at 3 a.m. like some kind of haunted rooster. I try to fall back asleep, but I just end up staring at the ceiling, struggling and bargaining with my brain. Some nights it’s neuropathy keeping me awake, other nights it’s… well, who even knows.
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