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... lowly opened, but the brightness made me close them again.The air in my room carried a musty smell of mold.
My alarm clock was the creaking of pipes in the other apartments. Living in an old apartment in an even older building meant noise was inevitable.
A sigh escaped my lips. The pillow was cold on one side and warm on the other, a clear sign I'd been tossing and turning all night rather than sleeping.
The mattress sank slightly under my weight as I finally forced mysel ...
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