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Sometimes you wake up with your throat parched, you nose stuffy, and a big hole in the space where your stomach is supposed to be. It's actually a little posteromedial to the fundus of your stomach, somewhere beneath the distal end of your sternum. A wide gaping hole.

You want to cry, but you can't. You want to scream, but your throat is parched remember? You're kind of just sitting there in quiet desperation, waiting, wanting, straining to move, but somewhere, something is holding you back. You want to get out of bed, but you can't. You want to go to class but you just don't.

The sun is shining, but it's  actually not, and somewhere, somehow, you know you're not alone.

And then you realize that the cream is on the top, skimming the surface of freshly boiled milk. Life is probably more complex than the five layered German cake that's eyeing you from behind those pristine walls at the Whole Foods bakery, but maybe it's quite alright if you don't get the deepest icing layer. It's the same icing that's on the top, right? It's fine then, just skim the top, don't cut so deep.

Float in the pool, jump in the air, and seriously just go to sleep. There's always tomorrow.

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