I find myself awake in bed, my brother sleeping beside me; I watch worriedly as he grinds his teeth in his slumber, a disturbing crunch.

The light outside my window somehow reaches all the way across my room; a poor imitation of sunlight glory.

My stomach churns again, another irritating feeling. I've been increasingly frustrated with myself, another day wasted.

I spoke to the stuffed albino tiger and held it like an infant.

The clock is ticking, morning is coming. I sigh, I finally feel tired.

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A/N: since I haven't been rhyming lately, figured I may as well add in some short stories.