"Sex on drugs is mind-blowing. Wanna try?"
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Kim Migyung, a former prima ballerina who had to give up dancing after an accident. Not being able to do the only thing she's ever known, her dreams stripped away, she...
“I would rather walk with a friend in the dark, than alone in the light.”
—Helen Keller
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Migyung stared at the small potted plant in her window. The plant had grown bigger. From nothing to a lush green small bush. And she could see two buds peeking out from between them.
She was tempted to search up what kind of plant it was but she restrained herself. She had waited long enough, she could wait a little more, was how she reasoned with herself. She was a patient woman and she was in no rush.
Therefore, she picked up a spray bottle, filled with water and started watering the little plant. Somewhere along the activity, she started to sing and before she knew it, she was picking up the vacuum cleaner, and cleaning her living room.
When she was done, out of whatever trance she was in, she looked around and was stunned to see the living room looking so clean and fresh. She had even changed the covers of the cushions on the sofa. A big bag of plastic was filled with trash she had finally pulled out from beneath the sofa and behind the tv table. It was surprising, the amount of trash and a strange sense of satisfaction filled her.
She didn't remember the last time she had cleaned her house with her own hand. She just hired a house cleaner once in a while. She had never thought a simple task like cleaning could actually make her feel so light and just…hopeful for the rest of the day.
Shaking her head, unaware of the smile on her face and despite the sudden weakness she felt, she headed to her bathroom and took a long, hot shower. She did her skincare routine as usual, taking a little extra time to get that eyeliner right and then spent a good ten minutes deciding her outfit.
She decided to walk down to the coffee shop a block away from her apartment building and bought herself a caramel macchiato. She deserved something sweet. For that moment, she stopped counting the calories and decided to enjoy the taste of it and how it energised her.
If she was being honest, she loved days like this. Days when the shining sun didn't hurt. Days when the little stain on her crisp white shirt didn't bother her that much. Days when everything was just perfect even if she missed her bus.
No matter how much she liked the darkness and the night, she loved the good days more. They felt like a dream and she always wanted to live them to the fullest before she had to wake up.
In the beginning, she hated the good days because they just reminded her of all that she had lost. Somewhere along the line though, the dark days had been too much and when she had a good day, she was just grateful for it. It didn't feel like a reverse nightmare anymore.
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