Midnight rain falls outside my window. I temper my keystrokes to sit just beneath the calm of their descent.
Try not to break the spell.
My soul balances an unbearable friction. It keeps me centered in front of this machine while my body screams to tear itself in two. One half to sit and tell the tale, the other to lie laughing on the slick, still-warm paving as the drops strike me with their gentle fury.
In both realities the bitterness of the day is leached from my skin in flowing, silken rivers.
I feel renewed.
Tomorrow is another day.
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