Sleepy Thoughts
Time is flying by with little left for sleep. With the wee hours of dawn approaching the bottomless cup of joe continues to fill.
Leaking it's tan fluids across the tongue, beconning more to engage in idol conversations.
Tick Tock goes the idol nightdreamer slowly slipping down towards the bedded floor.
Time for a refill of stall caffinee with 3 creams 4 sugars.
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