It's 1:01 am, the time I told myself I'd stop, and here I am, stopped for now. I kept going in the quiet corridor because I had to get those letters straight - a twist of calligraphy, a thicker ROCK for emphasis. Tomorrow I'll feel it but tonight I love the bright happy colors, the Rock Star Target dollar specials on the walls, the perfect twists of the w's in "We Will." We will, indeed.
I lift the chair I had to stand on up the stairs, stepping sideways, carrying myself to bed.
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