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  • A rooster wakes me, a series of roosters, calling into the morning that hasn’t come yet. Every two minutes or so, another call rises up and I wake again.

    A mosquito drones near my head. Idly, I consider dropping the net but realize that would simply trap it near my bed. That and it would require effort.

    At some point, I realize it‘s too quiet in the room, too quiet but for the roosters and mosquito. The air conditioning has stopped working and there is no fan.

    I cut the power and turn it on again, press a series of buttons I‘m certain won‘t work and it doesn’t. They don‘t. I cut the power again and open the windows even though it‘s not yet seven and even hotter outside than in. I open the windows in hopes for a breeze.

    The sounds of the morning slowly waking, birdsongs and human noises, the sounds of Zanzibar, somewhat mask the sounds of the rooster and I crawl back toward sleep for a little while.
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