dear odd early hours

Yeah, you know whom you are but since you are playing all coy, I’ll point you out. 1am. 3am. and 5am. You guys have got the hat trick nailed down pretty nicely. Why don’t I just get right to the point? I hate you. I am sick of you (both literally and figuratively, I might add). I could probably tolerate one of you a night but seriously, do you all have to show up EVERY. FREAKING. NIGHT? I know there is the occasional night one of you decides to call in sick and not wake me up but I’m pretty convinced that it’s just so you can nail me the next night when you come back with your cousins 2am and 4am. Don’t even get me started on that Bag 3:30am you brought the other day. I’d like to threaten you but I’m not sure what would scare you enough to stay the heck away. I’ve cried, I’ve raged, I’ve begged, I’ve pleaded but nothing works. Now I am in despair. I’m at the end of my rope. So I’ll ask one more time, could you please, please, please leave me alone? Could you maybe work it so that just two of you come to visit? Think about it because you are killing me and making my entire family insane.

Yours truly,

Rachel

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