Froot Loops @ Midnight

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After babysitting late for the third night this week

This has been the third night in a row in which I have gotten to bed at two and to sleep at nine, with five hours of daydreaming, even though it is night, and the rest of seconds turned reflective to nonexistent. And yet with a roof over my head, even the stars are shielded and therefore will never know  that I, too, am as restless as they seem.