It's 11:30am before I finally wake from my broken sleep. I realize it's Saturday and my trip to the beach, which I had been contemplating, would have to wait for another day.
I roll out of bed and peek through the blinds, curious to see who's talking outside. The voices are coming from next door. It looks like a nice day out there. I get slightly annoyed at myself for missing out on the morning.
"you needed the rest" I tell myself.
I roll the remains of a joint from last night's ashtray into a cigarette, and smoke it while waiting for the coffee pot to fill. This has become a familiar pattern. No wonder I'm sleeping late. That and moving twice in 5 weeks. Pretty soon I'm going to get it together.
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