It was the hour at which the house had gone to sleep. All was quiet. I lay on my back staring at the blank ceiling. The street lights faintly lit up my room. I could vaguely see the shapes of furniture; a bookshelf, a desk and my computer, charging, blinking a green eye. I could hear the soft whirr of the refrigerator and my own steady breathing. I rolled to my side to be met with my digital alarm clock, lighting the room with a dull blue glow. 2:47 am it read. I sighed a silent sigh and hummed a sweet lullaby softly to lull myself to sleep. Soon the world was dark and I was at a peaceful slumber.
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