MOM I'm already asleep!

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The sun dipped below the horizon hours ago, and the rest of the world has surrendered to the silence of the suburbs, but you? You’re just getting started. Tomorrow morning is going to be a brutal wake-up call of shrill alarms and lukewarm cereal, but that’s a problem for "Morning You." "Midnight You" has a mission. Your thumb hovers over the glowing rectangular portal of your phone, the only source of light in a room swallowed by shadows. The goal is simple but high-stakes: clock as much screen time as humanly possible before the sun bleeds through the curtains. It’s a game of digital chicken, a clandestine operation fueled by adrenaline and the fear of a confiscated device.

Every second you spend tapping that glass is a victory, a tiny rebellion against the regime of early bedtimes and productivity. Tap. Tap. Tap. Your score climbs, ticking upward like a heartbeat. You’re chasing a legend, a record so high your friends will whisper your name in the hallways like some kind of underground folk hero. But there’s a shadow looming outside your door. Mom. She’s the final boss of this midnight dungeon, and she doesn’t play fair.

You have to develop a supernatural sense for the environment. You aren't just a kid in bed; you’re a radar system. You listen for the heavy creak of a floorboard in the hallway, the metallic rattle of a doorknob, or the faint, rhythmic breathing of someone prowling the corridors of the house. The moment that door creaks open even an inch, the party is over. If she catches a single flicker of blue light on your face or hears the frantic rhythm of your fingertips against the screen, it’s game over. Total darkness. No more phone. No more glory.

The strategy is a frantic dance of nerves. While the coast is clear, you go ham. You hammer that screen, racking up points, watching the timer climb into the stratosphere. But the second you feel that shift in the air, the second you sense her presence lurking in the doorway, you have to freeze. You become a statue. You bury the phone under the duvet, hold your breath until your lungs burn, and pray your heart isn't beating loud enough for her to hear. If you tap while she’s watching, you’re toast.

It’s a brutal cycle of greed and survival. How long can you push it? Do you risk one more second of tapping while the footsteps get closer, or do you play it safe and lose your momentum? Your friends are already on the leaderboard, their high scores mocking you from the top of the list. If you want to dethrone them, you’re going to have to be faster, quieter, and riskier than anyone else. This isn't just about a phone; it's about the thrill of the hunt. It’s about being the undisputed king of the night. Keep your eyes on the door, your finger on the pulse, and whatever you do—don't stop until you’re the best. Dive in and claim your crown.