I woke up yesterday and, unbeknownst to me, was the time I normally wake up on Saturdays, which is seven. But the clock on my bedroom wall read ten minutes past two. For a delicious moment, in the midst of the disorientation brought about by suddenly waking up from deep slumber, I felt an unexplainable happiness; that happiness that you feel when you wake up in the middle of the night and realize it's still hours before you have to get up; that happiness that only those who go to sleep past midnight can understand and truly appreciate; that happiness that gives you comfort and reassures you that good things still happen; that happiness that restores your faith in a higher being. I then realised that there was light coming through my window, and suddenly, I could not reconcile the two facts -the light outside and the time on the clock. I checked my phone and then my watch and both showed seven, and I felt like a child whose candy had been taken away from her!
The title of this post is from the song Broken by Lifehouse.
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