She Time

She made time for herself. The laundry went nowhere, the dishes talked amongst themselves, floors kept company with the dirt that blew in from the doors left open. All would wait for her return. But on that return, she would be altered; lighter and coloured in a different shade of herself.

She made time for herself.

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