It’s 4:27 AM and Sam is
lying in bed, unable to fall asleep.
He is gazing through his window, into the distance and is fixating on the
street light across from his window.
He watches intently, focusing on the flicker that occurs every seven
seconds or so. Each time the
street light flickers, he restarts his count. Several hours have passed since he has begun this nightly
ritual and it seems that for tonight, any hope for sleep is distant. He sits up, slouched over and is still
for several moments as he stares back out the window.
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