The crepe of my lids could barely push up. The mild line of vision tried to determine whether the day had arrived. The heavy head felt like steel armor to me. Yes, it is day, it was already afternoon.
-Less sleep and intoxicated by haze-
-Less sleep and intoxicated by haze-
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