Today I was waking up a lot. My mouth was dry with every time I opened my eyes and I had that unpleasant taste that I usually have when I have a sore throat. Each time I went to drink some water and went back, and woke up after about an hour or two, sometimes to find that my actions have transferred from my dreams to my real life.
In my dream, I was holding a mobile phone, and, well, when I woke up, I had held up my hand to my ear. However, I decided not to try to get up after all those sleep breaks and sleep until some time, and here I am now. It is 11:41.
The climate in the flat is rather cool, so it's not too pleasant, but I do have some pleasant music playing.
Shoulda propably get some tea . . .
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