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[diastereomer]

Wh-

[ Rustling can be heard over the network, like someone rolling around in their sheets despite it being nearly two in the afternoon. After a moment, the sound of an object (Yusuf's alarm clock, as it were) can be heard being picked up and put back down. His curtain is wide open, and yet the sun that usually wakes him up is not out, The City is as darker than Mombasa on a moonless night- at lest they had the stars... ]

The clock must be off- or-

[ A glance at the clock again, where the date reads on the digital face Sat Oct 15. ]

Oh, yes. The weekend, yet again.

I suppose there could be worse occurrences than a curse that tempts one to sleep the day away...

[ Noticing that little light on his device is on- he knows he didn't touch the thing- he picks it up and contemplates apologizing for any naps that he may have interrupted. ]

If this device were a woman, I might actually be flattered.

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[signatures]

The natural sort, without all the mechanics, yes. I've never quite been a naturally lucid dreamer, you know, so the lack of control here, the lack of- well, anything, and my last memory being of my hotel room, it was a first thought.

[ He takes another long drag, shuffling around on the bed a bit to prop his back against the window sill where the bed is tucked against, legs draping across Yusuf's sheeted ones. ] What else was I to think, a place like this?