The hour before the others

The small grandfather clock hanging upstairs is chiming louder than yesterday. The sound is annoying. It's seven o'clock in the morning and I've yet to sleep, so as an alternative to superfluous cyber-wandering, I'm warily word-searching. At this point, assembling even semi-comprehensible sentences is beginning to feel like a challenge. Honestly, it's a wonder I've written this much. Going to bed...

(Vintage shirt and finger armour, F21 mesh insert tunic and heels)