Saturday morning motors. Trucks, lawn mowers, cars with pipes, generators. I slept too little, too late. I reach into a drawer and put on a sleeping mask, but it does not block out the noise. My body pulses and vibrates, my dizzy mind swirls. I am guilty, I think, of my own demise. Anticipating the week ahead. I will need to be rested for its tribulations. Too little sleep. Generators. Trucks. Responsibilities.
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