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... er woke up to sunlight. My alarm went off in darkness, I commuted in darkness, and by the time I saw the sun it was already halfway across the sky.
But today was Saturday.
And my alarm had been set for 8 AM.
Eight hours of sleep. When was the last time that happened?
I couldn’t remember. The number felt foreign. Luxurious. Like sleeping on a cloud instead of my secondhand couch cushions.
The apartment smelled like coffee. And eggs. And something else, some ...
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