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[dolari]

Am I dreaming?
No.
Where am I?
In bed?
Well, what am I doing?
::laugh:: Talking to myself.
Look. I must have a star on my door...
Or better still.
The door...the door...the door...swingin doors, huh?
Okay, doors - swing.
Swing.
Swing.
Now I know I'm dreaming.
DreamingDreamingDreamingDreamingDreaming.
Huh...how do I get to sleep....
I'll count those bars on the window. One. Two. Three.
Sleep.
How do I get to sleep.
PLEASE let me SLEEP.
Poetry...that'll work.
"Come, sweet slumber, and shroud me in thy purple cloak...."
Huh...doesn't even rhyme.
Does that mean my tea's made?
I can't stand tea.
Tea.
::sigh:: Happy Harry's High Club.
How am I gonna get to sleep?