It's 10:45.
I'm still alive.
I'm glad I can sleep at night...
so I'm going to bed.
Dreams are coming back.
I woke up last night
and looked at the clock.
For a moment I got mad
just like I always had.
It was Friday night!
"Where the hell is she?"
I let out with a shout...
"She's still out?"
Wait a minute!
What am I saying?
"I feel cozy, but...
she hates flannel sheets."
Dreams are coming back...
she's not.
I'm still alive tonight.
I'm going bed.
I'm glad I can sleep at night.
She's out, like a light.
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