You know what, I don't hate myself for my ridiculous sleep schedule. Even though it's unhealthy.
And I feel guilty waking up in the late afternoon.
I'm such a night owl.
Especially in the winter time.
I love falling asleep just when the birds start to sing.
I love all the teeny tiny red lights out my window that represent windmills.
I love all the stars.
My mind just clicks better the later it gets.
Or so it seems.
"Cause what is simple in the moonlight, by the morning never is."
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