When Every Day Feels Exactly the Same
I woke up this morning to the familiar ceiling stain that vaguely resembles Antarctica, or maybe it’s just a Rorschach test for my deteriorating sanity. Again. The alarm clock’s red numbers pierced the darkness, as they have countless mornings before. 6:43 AM. I always wake up seventeen minutes before my alarm. Always. It’s my body’s… Sigue leyendo "When Every Day Feels Exactly the Same