There is drool all down the left side of my face. My sleep was that good.
No dreams with an alarm - only resent.
Pelvis is tipping involuntarily with full bladder and damp underwear - the bubbling out of me apparently stopped but the night's emptying still sitting there.
I can hear everyone else getting ready for the day. Feel like this is my one chance to be with them, these new busy bodies. GET UP! Haven't seen Mikey in a few days, I should text him saying "Are you alive?!" Words which instantly bring a Blindspott song to my head.
Everyone's heading to Australia for Soundwave. And I say, why? Which instantly brings Tahi's dialogue from Awatea into my head.
No ballet, just curtains. What is going on.
Good morning.
Get up now.
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