There wasn’t a tomorrow I could see. No people, no sound or a morning which will never come. The colors of my eyes began to fade into a dull shade of neutral gray. A lack of desire to wake up I followed the various lines and dots on the ceiling while listening to the metronome of the wristwatch on the nightstand. A ring breaks the routine. Lazily reach for a phone, I pick it up. I don’t speak at all I hear melodic words from someone I cannot recall or recognize. I smile in jest, the call no matter how erred in its destination was true to give me a reason, a purpose to see a tomorrow. My eyes returned to color and I rose from these mundane anchors.
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