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It's 2am. Always 2am. No #2amClub with no phone or iPad to talk to Twitter.My night owl friends and fellow insomniacs miss me I dare-say, *waves*... into the void...
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I think (if I remember) in Katherine Oldfield's "Princess Charming" one of the dormitories was dedicated to the god of sleep Somnus. I think poppies were pained o the walls. I'd love to read the book again, but alas - it is elusive.
On the right, as it isn't red, you can't tell it is a poppy.
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Cat is traitorous, asleep in the living room on the desk chair.
This is how I imagine the cat right now