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I woke up late in the afternoon's three.
Gentle breeze from window feels good on my knee.
Wrinkled blanket wraps upon me.
Like a sea of pillows, really pleasures me.

Stand up now, the dream is over.
I really messed up the bed-cover.
You're a lazy, says who, over and over.
Sleeping never made me somber.