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It’s dark now, when I get up, and it doesn’t feel like morning at all. The feeling was even stronger today, though - it feels almost as if my mind and body are somehow separated. I don’t feel that I’m hearing all the sounds that I should hear, nor seeing all the things that I should see, and when I try to move it’s as if there’s some delay between thinking about it and it actually happening. I can probably put it down to having a cold and only having had about four hours’ sleep last night. But regardless of how I feel now, I wouldn’t have missed that phone call - the reason for my lateness in getting to bed - for anything.
Also, would you like some angst with that? Make it super-size? Have a new fragment, “Memories of a Girl”.