I climb out of bed, pick myself off the floor, dust myself off, stretch myself out, and step into myself again. Something’s amiss. I remember stepping out of myself last night in the same place I lay shriveled up this morning. But today, I don’t quite fit the same. The seams don’t line up. The edges poke out in weird places. There are lumps that didn’t feel so lumpy before. I try to shake it off. I thread my needle and sew up the stitches that have begun to unravel. I manage to hold myself together in some places. In others, I peek through. I slap a patch on. I look in the mirror and start the day. This is the best I can do today.
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