I call him “Morty” and he’s one of my most consistent companions.
Each morning when I wake, he whispers: “Today, you die.”
“You say that every morning and I’m still alive.”
His smile is always apparent in his voice.
“Still early.”
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And, just as I’m finally crashing to sleep: “You’re not going to wake up.”
“You say that every night.”
He always chuckles softly.
“Pleasant dreams.”
