the magic showMature

I feel like I woke up as an entirely different person.

Only, I don't know what day it was that I opened my eyes to bare my world to a stranger.  I don't remember the morning, the coming to.  I don't remember the dust particles floating in the bright dawn light, the way it fluttered against the curtain with the breeze.  I don't remember if it was grey outside, if the wind was whipping at my hair and upsetting my skin.  I feel like I missed a pivotal shift while watching a shadow in a doorway just off the stage during the show.  I re-set while I slept and I woke up with a different soul harboring itself in my ribcage, but I didn't notice.  How could I not notice.

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