One night last week, I came home from a joyfully stumbly evening of poetry readings with my friends, and after falling asleep on the couch first and then going up the stairs to go to bed I walked into what I predicted would be my dark bedroom, which was in fact, not.
“The eyes are open!” I said to my partner.
The streetlight had (in the secrecy of the mid…
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