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My mind is fuzzy, the last remains of a dream being chased away by the realization that I am awake again. It was a nice dream, something about sitting in a big oak tree in a meadow full of flowers but the details are fading faster even as I try to recall them. With a sigh, I allow my brain to focus and cautiously open one eye. The sun was peeking out from the curtains, giving the room a light shade of red mixed with orange. I sat up and looked at the alarm clock beside my bed and saw that it was 6 am. I gave out a loud grown before getting out of the comfy warm
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