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             The day began like any other Monday. My alarm sounded with the piercing buzz sharply at 5:00 a. I rolled out of my tiny bed onto the cold hard wood floor and proceeded to venture into the newly colored, pastel green bathroom. The lights of the bathroom blinded me for a short while until my eyes adjusted. I proceed to do all the normal things a person does early in the morning; brush my teeth, wash my face, put in my contacts, etc .
             As I headed back into my tiny hole in the wall, which I call a bedroom, I thought of all the things I needed to do throughout the day. I changed out of my bedclothes and into a pair of pale blue cheerleading shorts and a tee shirt that depicted a picture of the falcon mascot from my high school on the front. I dug quickly through my sock drawer to find a pair of socks that did not have holes worn in the bottom or that did not come clear up to my knees. Just like every other Monday morning I could only find one sock that fit just the way I wanted. I just assumed that my dryer had once again fed itself on my socks over the weekend when I washed my cloths and put on a pair of socks that fit just in between the way I liked them to.
             Looking at the clock I discovered it was now almost 5:30 a.m. and I had not yet left my house. I quietly scrambled through the house, so I did not wake up the rest of my family, as I looked for my tennis shoes. I found them lying in the corner of the kitchen just where I had taken them off the morning before. They were my favorite shoes and they showed it. The white mess on the sides was now a deep color of gray and the tips of the toes hung off like a dogs tongue after a long been run in the heat or romp through the park.
             I walked into the cool morning air and shivered a bit thinking to myself that I was a bit underdressed. I quickly dismissed the thought as I watched my clay red golden retriever leap up from the spot he had been sleeping and come running to me, greeting me as if he hadn't seen me in years.


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