I don't think of it being a new day until I've woken up from sleeping some indeterminate amount of time vaguely in the middle of the night.
But today, I don't really want to sleep. I don't want tomorrow to come. I do, but at the same time I'm scared. I think that maybe if I stay awake, send a few more messages, call a few more times, I can change the future I'm afraid of. But I know I can't. And time - or our perception of it at least - marches resolutely forward regardless, and maybe I just need that same determination.
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