Saturday morning, and who's gonna play with me?

After an all-nighter with my l'ame soeur on Skype I fell asleep around that wonderful time of day when the sky finds itself torn between darkness and light, and the birds are just starting to get chirpy. It's that time before they sound like they're on speed, before the garbage truck feels the need to go up and reverse down your street four thousand times and before you feel like it's actually morning and you've lost your shot at sleeping. Falling asleep at that time doesn't have you waking up feeling like you've been hit by a bus, but like you've finally been served the day you've been waiting for all week!

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