The air is cold. There is no sun in the sky, only the dull orange street lights. The glow of red brake lights; and in this dwindling and small pocket of space and time your life is now, you might ask yourself without a word: What if I turned around and just went back to sleep?
What a liberating and terrifying idea.
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