MaybeBaby
It was the monochrome hour. That time between night and dawn breaking where everything is a different type of grey. I didn’t wake at that time every morning – but when I did I like to enjoy it. I liked to watch to see grey slowly becoming red or green or what ever magical colour the object was my eyes where held by. When I did wake at the hour I also new something was wrong. Something deep and not obvious.
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