LXVII
DAYS, though seems alike with each other will never be exactly the same ― today will never be exactly the same as yesterday and tomorrow will be as different. No matter how one feel otherwise, no matter how lethargic one feels, no matter how dead one is. It is basically because days are never dead. Unlike people who could act or choose to be one. And though days exist just because it’s supposed to, it is still as alive as it could be. After all it’s there to make everything feel alive. Everyday is a chance to feel alive. Alex woke up on her usual wake up time, her body clock never failing her ever since. She immediately stood up from the bed, fixed it and went straight to the shower. Unlike her usual mornings where countless dragging and convincing herself is a dire need, she immediately
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