pale
I awakened, feeling grainy and vaguely sore. The pale light of late morning filled my window. Traffic sounds on the highway were distant and muted; everything else was quiet. Unfinished dreams hovered around me, like ghosts.
I awakened, feeling grainy and vaguely sore. The pale light of late morning filled my window. Traffic sounds on the highway were distant and muted; everything else was quiet. Unfinished dreams hovered around me, like ghosts.
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