Writing: Doorway

When I woke up I was already standing in the doorway.

Afternoon comes so quickly these days that I wonder if I should think of new ways to divvy my time up. Stretching, I ask myself, "what's there to eat." Having slept on my glasses again, I bend them back into shape coming to face myself in the mirror.

"I look fat today"

I haven't been outside for a few days but that's okay because I'm planning to go for a walk. Let me take a shower first. I don't remember if I'm running late or not. I leave the door open.

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