It's Monday and I'm forced to get out of bed and stand under a shower with inconsistent temperatures. Some days I close my eyes and feel the water break at my face then fly in every direction towards my feet.
I turn the shower off and run my fingers through my hair. Half awake, I look into the mirror and try to see myself in the cloud that comes between us. Mondays never used to be like this.
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