stumbling in at 2:47 am. wash your face quick and wipe it dry. brush your teeth while searching the house for two little kitties. turn off your phone to save the battery. make one last attempt to find the charger. steal throw pillows from the couch. jump into bed after saying your final goodbye to consciousness for the night.
open your eyes at 11:13 am. scratch your head and pull out the bobby pins. brush your teeth while searching the house for two little kitties. turn on your phone to three new text messages. make one last attempt to find the charger. put the throw pillows back on the couch. eat stale cereal and say hello to consciousness for the day.
this isnt life. these are her guidelines. these are the framework of her day. the frame does nothing but compliment the picture. it is, by no means, the art. some choose to follow the ridges of the frame down to the second. but its all about what's inside the frame. its all about thoughts. its about who you saw. its about what you said. its about what cereal you eat. its about which pillow you stole. its about what you dreamt of. its about who. its about what. its about where. its about when. its about why.
its all about the cycle, its all about the routine.
its all about breaking it.
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