My iPhone starts ringing. It's 8AM. My dream melts away like butter in a hot pan, leaving brown residue, and my inner peace rudely jolted. It's Thursday, I think.
Then upon standing in the shower, I have an epiphany. It's Friday.
The stinging shampoo in my eye won't take the smile off my face now.
And look, is that a spot of sunlight I can see from my apartment view?
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