Morning

turning on the light of her fish tank
bleary eyed looking at the drowsy goldfish starting to wake
for a moment upon waking her mind is calm
she doesn’t hear the harsh rush of thoughts
as loud as a chugging train

5 whole minutes hushed…

how she wished it were always morning.

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