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Lyra

I tried to move the upper part of my body to sleep, strangely; it didn’t move a finger, tried again, and failed. It was outlandish, but when I took the third attempt, a heavyweight rock pulled me in. I frowned, and my finger found its way to the rock naturally as I gently poked the unpliable or something like that. Something moved a little, and that shot my eyes open in fear.

The ray of the sun came into my eyes directly, and it all felt wrong. If this were my bedroom, then the curtain should have covered the window. No one came into my room early in the morning, it was a rule that I liked to follow. In the morning I liked to spend at least half an hour by myself quietly, otherwise, I would stay cranky the rest of the day.

In this one hour I do all my personal stuff, yoga, dancing to music, writing a j

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