Summersheikh
Jamilah used to think exhaustion came from long days at the boutique — from measuring hems twice, from customers who smiled too sweetly and left too quickly. But this tiredness was different. It lived behind her ribs. It followed her into rooms before she even switched on the lights. Some nights, she would pause at her bedroom door, certain the air inside was heavier than it should be. Not dangerous. Not loud. Just… aware. As if something in her life had shifted slightly out of place, and only she could feel the misalignment.
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