I woke up this morning in total disarray. An all too familiar disorientation.

I shifted towards my alarm clock. I've set it 20 minutes faster. Ironically, the fact that I am aware of it, makes it a futile effort on my own part to measure up to that metaphoric displacement. I had woken up 10 minutes earlier.

Moments later, I set a foot off the threshold, and I hear the latch gently click shut.

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I remember her smile.

Her eyes that would flood her entire face with visual pyrotechnics that erupted whenever she laughed. And I would laugh with her. It is not unusual. I'd often found it amazing the way she exudes her elation and her medium of choice.

Incidentally, I would lose myself in all her mirth, and later find myself in her angst.

Perhaps, in a way, there was a reason why I could never have been able to shake the trolls in my head, why I constantly remind myself not to create mountains out of molehills, and why every single detail we subconsciously drew into the space between us seems to further distance ourselves from credibility. I tried to toy with words but they failed fall into place.

A visage invariably churned into a juxtaposition of nostalgia and alienation.

A faux pas of familiar strangers, minions of commodity.

I'd asked her for a minute, so she could create an eternity.