… when I’m writing outside and realize it’s turned cool, the sun is setting and I’m not sure exactly how long I’ve been in the chair. I see my play list ended hours ago, my coffee is cold and it occurs to me I haven’t eaten in a long while. I catch my reflection in the glass door and find I’m wearing slippers, sweatpants, and layered t-shirts that showcase every shade of gray detectable by the human eye. My hair is in a sort of tangle, my glasses are crooked, and my eyes are red, but I have that feeling, that swelly, excited feeling I just wrote something that might be kind of good.
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