Monday 6 am:
-Bip bip bip-
That was it.
The end of a long travel from dreamworld.
Once you've open your eyes you can't close them anymore; because you realize the whole day coming for you. 86 400 seconds. 1 440 minutes.
Each movements chain up mechanically.
~Turn of the alarm
~Get up
~Breakfast ( somehow you can t survive the day without it )
~Clean yourself up
~ Get dressed ( like the society describe as « normal »)
~Put some make up on
And then look at the final result in a mirror. THAT mirror that reflected how many times you cried and screamed your pain. While no one was abble to look at you in the eyes and tell you: « everything is gonna be okay », it was here sending you a pair of red eyes begging for everything to stop.
While discovering this girl that the society created one thing was missing : that damn smile and I thought, smiling at my reflection: « Another day to live. »
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Surviving on Earth
Non-FictionI'm okay she said, but her smile was telling another story.
