That feeling when you can’t tell if what’s happening to you in the morning started as psychological and became physical or the other way around. All I know is that that body and mind are on some kind of low-level, constant… startle alert?
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That feeling when you can’t tell if what’s happening to you in the morning started as psychological and became physical or the other way around. All I know is that that body and mind are on some kind of low-level, constant… startle alert?