Three more minutes until my alarm went off, I sat there in bed. Eyes closed as if I were actually going to be able to fall asleep or something.
The back of my throat itches and is parched and probably the long suffering victim of nasal drip or some other farfetched medical mumbojumbo that the latest miracle drug could assist.
I'd lie there and think to myself: "Well damn, just three more minutes? That's a shit load of time. Just a little longer in bed then."
My right hand would clasp onto the phone with a vice like grip and I'd be out of it. So fucking out of it.
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