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It's just another day.
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Wake up.
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Get out of bed.
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Get dressed.
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Open the curtains.
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The same old grey light. The weight of dusty air. She should clean the place. But she doesn't care. She can't.
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She can't smile.... She can't laugh.... She can't care.
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It's just another day.
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Bathroom.
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Fix hair.
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Wash face.
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Pony tail.
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Her phone vibrates on her bed stand. She picks it up.
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It's a message from her brother.
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Katlyn, i know you're there. Please...
Come back to us.
Answer our calls.
At least answer mine.
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She unlocks her phone. There are dozens of missed calls... messages. From friends... family.
She turns the screen off and drops it in her pocket, passes by the vase, grabs her keys, and with a low rumble, drives off to work.
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The sky is filled with clouds. Grey and dark. She would have missed the office building had she not known where it was. She parked a little ways down the street as a few drops appeared on her window
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It's just another day.
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The rain pattered the windows of the building, creating a soft background . Things were unusually quiet today. So quiet was the air that she could hear every footstep, every breath, and the every beat of an empty heart.
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Lunch break. She was a little more hungry today. A plain pbj and a one of those applejuce bottles. Not much, but... she had lost... so much in recent years.
Gone was the fight... gone was the joy... gone was her love.
Shannon, one of her fellow co workers, stopped by and asked if she wanted any pizza. Her and a few others were going to order some and she though to stop by and ask. But she shook her head... No thanks.
Shannon understood and walked away with a mournful nod.
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It's just another day.
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Work was long and uneventful. Nothing happened.
She sat there in the dark. Occasionally illuminated when the thunder spoke. It was her living room. Or what would be one. All that was there, was a single couch, and an old coffee table. The carpet was stale, the walls were old. The lights worked, but she didn't bother
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There were times when she and her friends would hang out in the living room. What was it again? Netflix and chill?
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They would sit there. Curled up on the couch, lazing in a bean bag chair, or flat out on the floor. Sharing the latest gossip, telling each other cool stories, teasing Aphmau...
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She looked on fondly in the darkness. Another flash created a glint on her face as liquid ran down her cheek.
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If only...
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It's just another day...
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It's Just Another Day...
Fiksi PenggemarThe sun rises... only for the light to die as it sets. It's just another day. A day filled with grey and dust.
