Reset

We're tempted to say the dawn came reluctantly that certain day, but that's merely more of our reflexive, dogmatic, and quaintly indefatigable projecting. Nothing more. The obscurely unremarkable star we call the sun doesn't 'feel' as is our experience, yet we would put our humanness on all that we need to draw more near or find more relevant. Miriam knew all of this, they're hardly new insights, nor was her realization that another Thursday too much like the last had begun.

Staring blankly into her small closet, whether she wears this or she wears that doesn't matter to her at all-- just another annoying decision to make. Always neat and presentable, she steps outside squinting at the morning light. But she wants to keep her eyes tightly closed, just forget the zero job, forget the world, then step back inside to hide away for a day, a year, maybe longer.  Until Miriam can recall how to start over.