It's 3.24am.
Books and notes scattered everywhere on the table, table lamp is illuminating the room and fan keeps the room ventilated.
Me, sitting here on the chair, serenaded by music, hands on keyboard and mind still stuck at differences between rheumatic arthritis and rheumatoid arthritis.
My bed is waiting for me. He opens his arms so that i can return to his hug soon.
I should be sleeping soundly on my comfy bed right now but something is pulling me away from it.
The fear. Fear that always bring you down in life.
My tiredness is like a small rat now, hiding and escaping from the cat.
Every time tiredness approached me the fear chased him away.
But no matter how hard the cat tried, tiredness still come up to me.
Now my eyelids are heavy. I want to sleep now.
Goodnight moscow before the sun comes up.
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