The sun still hadn't peaked over the horizon as I stepped out off the train.
"Why am I even awake?" I asked myself, fully knowing the answer.
I loved and hated the early morning. The quiet and the cold, before the world has awakened.
Lost in my thoughts the train pulled away. I gathered myself and started at a brisk pace, as ready as I could be to face this.
-G
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