Nothing
One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four. Falling asleep to a sleep galore. One hour, two hours, three hours, four. Waking up at ten hours on a Saturday morn. Darkness was all i saw , although i still got up. I could hear the sound of my dark door. It was creepily creaking along the extent. I felt small and helpless , I couldn’t quite find my way. I lived here for seventeen years. Figured i’d known my way.
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