Day 38

That moment of silence in a bathroom, even with the two stalls occupied and me at the sink-leaning over to avoid the wetness and needing to be closer to the mirror to fix blemishes no one can even see.

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Day 38

Day 33

The glug of a sink, as the plug is pulled. The gurgling pop of the thing coming out, drawn back by an infinitely powerful meteorological force. A cyclone of dish water forms, whirling until it too slips down the depths of a kitchen drain

Day 33