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Sunlight drifts in through the blinds waking me to the brand new day, a fresh start. Stumbling out of bed, feet smack the floor. Memories of dreams from my latest slumber flood my mind. And then I am aware again of you, my dream when I'm not sleeping. You begin to rush and run through my mind a million miles per hour. Ah, morning time. Clean slate and new beginning to the rest of your life.
Itchy, red, irritating little marks that come from practically nowhere and appear all over your body. Nasty and gross, all in one. Don't you just hate those blotches?