I woke up at 4 am with an inhuman
strength, had never felt so willing to be awake at this hour of the morning, particularly
because in this night, this time I was comfortably settled in my bed under the
duvet. I could not sleep after I got up, and despite wanting to rise up so much, I was a little dizzy and the few lights that were over me hurt my eyes.
I reached for my glass of water
which is always beside me in the mornings on my nightstand and it just slipped
out of my hand making a splash on the floor of the room, didn’t know what made that happen: weakness that came over me at the exact time of lifting the cup, or that my strength
wasn’t enough and what happened just happened. As I had to walk downstairs to
get more water, I decided to just make a tea. I was starving, I do not know for
what reason.
This was all very weird and novelty
for me. Or maybe it wasn't, maybe it was just the past repeating itself and me letting it happen once again.
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