Peter Demers


You were dreaming; you are awake. Your bed is cozy, eyelids are heavy, and you resent the fall of sunlight as it cakes upon your face. You do not want to go to work, you only want to lay still. Listless and braindead, you take an exceptional amount of time in the bathroom while you wait for the coffee to brew…

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