started a two week dream journal
woke up and scribbled onto the paper
we are working together
in the same building
but have different jobs
and
chocolate, coffee, cinnamon
swirling in a rectangular bowl
the coffee is too weak
should i serve it to him?
This morning I swung my legs out of bed
and was facing the mirror
long messy hair
a face
the thought:
thank you for another day of life
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