Last night was one of those nights. I have one every now and then, but they’ve been fewer and farther between these last six or seven years or so. 
I’m referring to one of those nights when you dream you can’t fall asleep. And you keep waking up, wondering why you can’t fall asleep.
And it repeats.
And repeats.
And repeats.
Endlessly.
You hear yourself speaking to yourself with the same words. Over and over again. If I glance at the clock it feels like time stands still and I’m trying to will time to move forward.
I least I think I would call it a dream, or a nightmare. Perhaps I just couldn’t actually fall asleep. Regardless, it was a long, long night.
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