she wakes up with saliva running down the side of her lip, like a stream of cool water seeking a place to settle. her mind is scattered across the walls like a canvas covered in paint that drizzles down, at its own pace. it's fall, her favorite season. her arms stretch across her bed and she scrapes herself up, away from her mattress. in her room, there is a vacant laughter that is unfamiliar and she feels a clinch of disquiet hold her neck - she's awake. reality has settled and she's not ready. her body finds its way to the same mattress that she came up from. what is it that has her mind all over? what is this feeling of disquietude that has found her in her rise? how will she handle this new day that Grace brought her to? what is this?
"do not be anxious about tomorrow - for tomorrow will be anxious for itself."
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"for you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes."
