It's not exactly insomnia if what keeps you up are coughing fits. The time is 06:25 and the sun is not, not yet. And the quiet is everywhere. And it's lovely.
For a couple of minutes I can imagine the world as my empty playground. Asleep, everyone looks so innocuous. If the room were empty, my breath would have an echo.
And this is just a bunch of jumbled thoughts mashed all together but what this feels like is peace and intimacy.
The birds are still sleeping. The sun is still not and right now, this silence is the most beautiful sound in the world.
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