I wake up in my bed, and I wake up thoroughly irritated. Why? Because I’ve woken up for, what, the 856,672,105,237,294,132.3rd time now? Seriously, I’m so tired at this point that I’d need a flowchart to keep track of how many times I’ve fallen asleep, woken up, and/or dreamed of doing the above. At this point, I’m not sure if I’m still dreaming now. I have my fingers crossed, but I have doubts. Were there always lasers shooting out of spiders on the wall? And my friends say they have sleep issues.
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