The alarm was about to chime. The time was still ten minutes to six. Another ten minutes and I waited until it sang.
Another ten minutes I'd said and there I was, staring at the clock exactly two hours later at eight.
The time had sped through as I buried my entirety inside a very warm quilt.
The cotton sarcophagus had insulated me from the world and I sat disoriented looking at the ongoing activities that were happening while I slept in the background.
I overslept and for that I felt only momentarily guilty before going back to sleep again for another fifteen minutes.
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