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Originally posted on Simon & Sonya:
It started with a whisper. Maybe it was a dream. He didn’t know. He knew waking was sweet. The dream mustn’t have been pleasant — such was customary; It felt outrageous that Simon Workmann should ever be granted a restful moment. 7:53 AM marked the moment he sat up, but he very quickly lay back down. The thought crossed his mind:
“I could sleep for hours and be awake before anyone could tell otherwise.”
Time passed. Time passed like a sword through melting butter, and Simon now realized he was the butter, after having checked his clock what felt like moments later to find that over a half an hour had passed. He sat up again.
He checked the folds of his brain for tasks he may have forgotten in the stress of the prior fortnight. Fat chance he had forgotten anything. Simon was compulsively ahead…
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