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Knight
I like to sleep naked.
I always have. I never understood those guys who sleep in shirts and pants or, God forbid, PJ’s. f**k all that—I like to sleep the way God made me. So the fact that I’m waking up in full clothing explains why I don’t feel that rested. That, and the fact that I’m in a weird-ass position on the bed. I usually don’t pass out with my computer still on and next to me on the bed, but that seems to be the situation from last night. It’s dead now, but I know that I had it on when I finally closed my eyes. I don’t remember falling asleep at all, but I remember writing. It’s the first time I’ve written anything of substance in a long time.
I stretch and get my body out of the position it’s probably been in for the last six hours. My neck feels like an Olympic wre
