The Vault: Entry 001 — Uncensored Midnight Thoughts
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The Art of the Late Morning
There is a specific kind of golden light that enters my room when the sun is already high. Today I opened my eyes and it was 11 AM. For me, this is incredibly late. I am usually someone who loves the early hours, the quiet magic of the sunrise over the sea, but today my body decided otherwise. The strange thing is how I felt when I woke up. I had a completely restfull sleep, the kind of deep night where you do not even dream. Yet, when I stood up, a heavy wave of tiredness washed over me. It is
