

Connected at the Heart Thursday morning. She wakes with a smile, as always. Stepping out of bed, towards the bathroom, she glances awkwardly at her calendar. The full smile drops to a nauseating, blank expression. She gulps, knowing what today is.Connected at the Heart
Trying to continue as if a normal day, she continues towards the bathroom and showers. She smells of gingerbread and cinnamon from the winter scented soap she received two Christmas' ago from Mom. She thinks about that Christmas. A tear travels down her porcelain cheek. All was well then.
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