This morning my alarm went off. Like always, I hit the snooze button knowing full well I was just gonna have to hit it again in five minutes. However, when my brain decided it was time to go up and get ready for work, my body was trying to stop this initiative. And it did so in the only way it knew how: to lay still, close it's eyes and start dreaming again. But then the funniest thing happened. My body was so desperate to have me sleep more, that it couldn't even get my mind to think of a good dream. I remember starting to dream about some secret agent sneaking around corners, only he was holding his finger like it was a gun. It was so boring and stupid. It was like my mind wasn't even gonna put out the effort to imagine a real gun, so the guy in my dream had to make-believe. I opened my eyes and literally said to myself "This is boring." and went and took a shower. My body is not very entertaining.
 
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