Good Luck With Everything

A rude awakening. Dogs barking at the break of dawn. Before, even. Chopping propellers both above and below send the air rippling, reaching my ears still ringing from the night before. The morning of. A new day, an unfresh start. One rotation’s odors sticking around for the next. They emanate from the articles of clothes scattered about the floor. I can hear the shower in use in room adjacent. Will have to stay in bed a little longer now. Oh well.

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