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after a freak a...
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date: wednesday, february 15th 2023 location: atlanta, georgia
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my alarm buzzed softly at 6:15, a gentle reminder that a new day had begun.
"mhmmmmm," i moaned out, stretching, feeling that familar warmth of the morning sun streaming through my bedroom window. i could tell it was a sunny but windy day - which is a day just to my liking.
i lingered under the covers for a moment, savoring the peaceful silence before my day officially started.
it took ages for me to finally muster the will to get out of bed - but i rolled over, shifting slightly to feel the coolness of the sheets against my skin one last time. the softness of the pillow cradled my head, tempting me to stay just a little longer.
but duty called. as always.
with a silence countdown from 10 to 1, i swung my legs over the edge of the bed, feet feeling slippery as they met the cool, hard floor. the sensation was a sharp contrast to the warmth of the bed and sent a shiver up my spine.
i dragged my feet across the room, the same way a bear drags its paws, across my bedroom to my bathroom - each step a small victory against the morning's inertia and immediately got on the toilet to do my business.
as i sat there, i took in the calmness of the room, the light filtering through the frosted glass, casting delicate patterns on the walls, how it was still so dark outside.
after, i moved to the sink, the water running as i brushed my teeth.
it takes me ages to brush my teeth and it has for many years .. probably for as long as i can remember.
i caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. the woman staring back at me showcased a mix of confidence and vulnerability, a reflection of the journey i had been on. i leaned in closer, examining the faint lines around my eyes, the testament of countless smiles and a few too many late nights .. and also aging.
