It’s nearing midnight.
I sit in front of the half-hearted flame.
My toes are still cold.
My soul feels less than full.
My brain is not completely functioning.
Homework left undone.
Sentences unwritten.
Words unread.
All is dark.
The only lights come from one small lamp
Also my computer screen.
Low battery.
I hear the clock
It is ticking ticking ticking.
Music softly plays.
A female voice.
All is quiet.
The fire dies.
Bed.
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