I’ve forgotten what that word means. I’ve forgotten how it feels to see the cuckoo hopping four times out of the beaten clock, light streaming from the backdrop.

iTunes U getting downloaded in the iPad.

An empty plate with bread crumbs and remnants of a Belgian chocoshot.

Two books, and Game of Thrones not far away from my pillow.

My phone, careless strewn around, in a cheap and colourful plastic case.

My eyes, alert rather than dazed, the early morning hours feeling like a continuation of the previous night.


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