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What I might get done today if I’m lucky is wake up on my slightly too firm mattress, alone, and catch a glimpse of the trees speaking to each other outside of my bedroom window. I’ll dress slowly, considering how my jeans might pair with my blouse to create a combination most appropriate for work. I’ll pass a chipped and dusty mirror to pick the accessory that goes best with bags under my eyes and the distress on the lips. Studs. They’re perfect.