Tuesday, March 14. 6:13 AM
Why did my reflection catch my attention today, of all days? I've walked past this floor length mirror everyday, multiple times a day at that. I guess what matters is that I noticed myself today. I'm thirty-eight. To think, twenty years ago, I was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed; there was no hint of the slight crow's feet in the corners of my eyes and I didn't have these bags under my eyes, even though I slept less than I do now. Those eyes sparkled at one point, right? That's what Janie had said so back when we were dating. I ran my fingers through my wet hair. Where did these grey hairs come from? I liked my hair. I feel so much older than I look. I run every night after work... but I still don't feel like I'm in shape. My mouth is boring and indifferent. There' no point in staring at myself, I have to get downtown.
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