Mirror

7.08 AM.
Saturday morning. I’m late. I should be waken up by 5. But this back pain really unbearable. I have to sleep more. But I can’t either.

I get up and look into the mirror. The reflection of my face emerge. I greet her.
“Morning. You look awful,”

My hair is messy. My face is pale with red eyes. I should sleep more. Ugh, I love my job but it makes me exhausted. It likes love: painful yet makes you amazingly happy.

Sunshine

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