This Prodigal Day

I move through my morning routine, sure that today is tomorrow, until I am reminded that today is Tuesday not Wednesday.

Somewhere along the paths of my unconscious journey of the night, I lived through tomorrow. Imagine my relief to realize that I had not lost today.

It is as if it has been regifted, an entire day, like a forgotten friend waiting outside my door to surprise me as I step out into the rain to warm up the car.


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