Just a morning

I wake up to nothing.

No, for real, why is it so fucking dark?!

I lean over and reach under my bed, trying to find my phone which I always place there. After fumbling around, still half-asleep, I manage to find it, or at least something what feels like it. I get in a comfortable position in my bed, and turn my phone on.

"Now, let's see what time it is"

After getting my eyes obliterated by an awfully bright light mode (which I distinctly remember turning off before going to sleep, curses), I manage to take a look at the time. It's 1am.

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What the actual fuck, I went to sleep 2 hours in the future!

Nvm, I'm tripping af, I didn't wake up to having a new skill of time travelling, I just slept for 22 hours.

Yeaaah...

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That's even worse, isn't it?!

Lemme tell you something, I've never slept for more than 5 hours at once, I'm just incapable of such a feat. I don't have problems with sleeping, quite the opposite even. I fall asleep easily and always wake up on time if there's any schedule to follow. But this time? I slept 4 times the norm.

I turn off the phone screen, close my eyes and let the comfortable darkness consume me. Let's think, what could be the reason for my long sleep? Surely it isn't something like 'being very tired', because I barely do anything these days (call me lazy, I call that saving energy for when I finally die and reincarnate). Trying to remember anything, I come across a memory of my quarrel with the person I share my room with.

Ah yes, this fucker must've slipped in some sleeping drugs to my water, just to make me sleep more and get me confused as a means of revenge. Yeah, it all makes sense now.

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No, what the fuck is wrong with me, I drink tap water! He'd need to poison the whole fucking water system in the city just to get me to sleep longer! Not worth it in my opinion. Also, highly illegal, and I'm not even sure if possible.

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I try to think of something else, but nothing comes to my mind, so I just settle on my body being needy for some sleep. Fucking bastard, if that's true, I'd gladly whoop his ass. Problem is, it's hard to beat yourself up without making people think of you as a masochist.

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I'm not a masochist.

Nor a sadist.

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Are masochistic people sadists, because they take pleasure in 'damaging' themselves?

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Weird thought to have at 1am.

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Anyway, I'll just go back to sleep.

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No, what the fuck, I've slept for 22 hours, what going back to sleep?! I might never wake up if this cycle continues. I'll just go, get myself some milk and spend my time scrolling through memes, shitpost or just reading something.

Logging off~

Peace~