It's 5:23AM. The birds are chirping.
I woke up 3:58, and couldn't go back to sleep.
It was a bit warm even with the fan. I opened the window to let some fresh air in. A beautiful rising crescent moon greeted me.
A wave of memories strike.
It's 5:29AM. The birds are still chirping. I wonder what they are communicating about. Is it about the yummy chico they usually feast on? Is it a god-song of a new day? Is it a mother bird rousing her children, "wake up! The early bird catches the worm!"
It's 5:32AM. While my mind is alert, my eyes are getting sleepy. In 28 minutes, my weekday alarm will start singing it's wake up world tune. 30 minutes after that, I have to rouse Alon to get ready for his class.
I wish I could write more, but while my thoughts are plenty, my drive to gather the right words is limited.
Soon. I feel it.
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