morning ritual

She wakes up

with uncertainty in her bones

and sorrow in her sheets.

She walks to the bathroom with cold feet

soft heart

and closed eyes.

Stretching herself

and dressing herself

for today’s expectations.

She throws on her mask

And clears away her smile.

She is all ready.

She all set.

She guess.

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..antisocial, extrovert

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