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30 May 2006 @ 02:54 pm
Excerpt from my personal reflective essay  
Morning at 5am, in the dark and the cold, living a dream about getting only one wink of sleep and then bolting straight up—I never had enough sleep. Always tired, listening to mother talk to herself in the vanity, and Phil Collins on the radio in the bathroom. Queen sized bed with black and white blankets, a paper lantern in the corner, always cold and seemingly always empty. Black skies in the morning and black skies at night--I don’t remember daylight very well because I was always inside, whether it be at school or at work, waiting for the long day to end, just so I could go to sleep and wake up all over again.

--Age 5