the day story:
in the morning i splash water on my face and brush my teeth.
but it's the pills and coffee that wake me up, that let me know i'm alive. the coffee hits my empty stomach hard with hurt. i can feel it filling me up, each vein running with that strange wakefulness. i don't know what the pills do, exactly, but i take them dutifully each morning, watching as the prescription bottles empty themselves into me. by late afternoon it's winter-dark and i'm ready for bed, but i drag myself through the rest of the day. as i brush my teeth before bed i'm thinking, again, of the pills and coffee that will wake me up in the morning.
i can't wait.
in the morning i splash water on my face and brush my teeth.
but it's the pills and coffee that wake me up, that let me know i'm alive. the coffee hits my empty stomach hard with hurt. i can feel it filling me up, each vein running with that strange wakefulness. i don't know what the pills do, exactly, but i take them dutifully each morning, watching as the prescription bottles empty themselves into me. by late afternoon it's winter-dark and i'm ready for bed, but i drag myself through the rest of the day. as i brush my teeth before bed i'm thinking, again, of the pills and coffee that will wake me up in the morning.
i can't wait.
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