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At 6:15am I walked in my room from a long nine hour shift at work. In habit I proceeded to unbutton my shirt and slip out of my kaki pants. I made alittle dance out of it kicking the pants with one of my feet in the hamper. I then caught my reflection in the mirror. Stared hard at myself in my baby pink wife beater and ribbon tied bikini underwear. Traced my fingers down the sides of my hips studying the smooth curve. I then made half a turn to look from my side at my shoulder. The wings barely peaked out of the pastel pink wife beater. I just stared for a moment at the feathers peaking out observing as my body moved so did the feathers; almost like they could make me fly. I then kissed my shoulder and proceeded pulling off my wife beater while walking in the bathroom to wash off the sticky film off me.

Exhausted is a good word to use when describing a bunny after nine hours walking back and forth cleaning, climbing on top of things, preparing food, making coffee, cleaning some more, talking, ...talking more, and then last dodging fifty pound boxes of coffee and sugar. Between the warm shower and the massage I give myself while showering it was enough to make me fall asleep in the shower. Somehow I managed to crawl under my soft sheets and blankets.

About ten hours later I wake up to the sun hanging high from one of my windows. I dont even know how I slept that much. I feel like a decade has passed before me but its only been about two hours. Don't know how exactly to explain myself. So much to do and so little time? Yea...that seems to explain it best.