A cold bed
and a tear soaked pillow.
An open window
and a rainy day.
A cup of coffee going cold
and a phone full of unread messages.
She switched herself off
and stared at her surroundings.
Realizing what she hates
and what she loves.
So,
she drinks her coffee
and turns off her phone.
She shuts the window
and changes the pillowcase.
She crawls into the bed
and suddenly it's warm.
Every little problem is easily fixable,
she thinks to herself.
Too bad it doesn't work that way
with bigger problems.
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Melancholy with a side of Misery (#Wattys2016)
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