it is almost summer and she wakes up at 6 AM and her roommate's bedroom door is open and his room is empty, so she sits on his bed and looks out his window because he has an ocean view and the early morning mist floats at the treetops and the tips of the roofs of houses and over the ocean like a blanket, and it is totally beautiful. she feels two conflicting urges of simultaneously wanting to curl up in bed all day and also ride her bike through town screaming, or some other confusing combination that indicates: what the fuck is happening and how are we supposed to feel?
on this day, no one wakes up. they are not dead, they are just resting, they will wake up tomorrow, and she isn't concerned for the state of the world but she is frustrated because she can't fall back asleep and there is absolutely no one to hang out with and no coffee shop open. she attempts walking around the neighborhood but the silence is uncanny so she returns home. instead, she spends the day reading the newspaper on her roommate's bed and watches the ocean, where you can just barely make out tiny ripples of movement, waves crashing and retreating.
it is a long and quiet day and she misses everyone. she can't wait for tomorrow when people wake up and are well rested and she can exchange smiles with friends and neighbors and strangers and there will be this unspoken understanding between everyone that yes, that day was needed, whew, what a treat to get a whole day off, things feel so much better now. she falls asleep thinking about being tall and holding her head high, and other metaphors for confidence. tomorrow will be better.
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