This morning I woke up, rolled out of bed. I slipped out of the panties and t-shirt I wore to bed. I went to the bathroom and turned the shower on. I sat there staring into the water as it began to warm. I checked the temperature and when it felt right, I slithered into the water. I let the water run over me and I began to cry.
I’m not even sure why. I’m not sure why I’m feeling so defeated today. For the most part, everything is going the way it should be going. Nothing is perfect – in fact, it is far from perfect – but my attitude seems to have changed. I have been handling things with more positivity.
But this morning just felt different.
I noticed I hadn’t shaved my legs in a while, as I put on clean panties. After I put them on, I looked at myself in the mirror and I questioned my reality, for a brief moment. I took my underwear off, put them away and grabbed some boxer briefs. I put on a pair of jeans, buckled a belt around my waist, put white socks on, slipped into some sneakers and put on a t-shirt.
I walked out the front door, feeling melancholy, but as I was driving down the street, I was able to catch a glimpse of this beautiful sunrise: