Mismatched socks, forgotten keys, and the universe's smallest hiccup: Monday.
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Morning sunbeam hits cereal box. Eyes open. Toast pops. Coffee brews. Day begins.
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"Unplugged toaster, cool morning air; cereal boxes topple, crumbs scattered, cat watching."
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Baking lasagna tonight, realizing cheese layers resemble geological strata.
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Laundry waits, stubborn, as the cat claims every warm, freshly folded shirt.
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Freshly brewed coffee wafts through the quiet morning kitchen, igniting senses anew.
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Morning light catches dust on my screen while coffee brews its reliable warmth.
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Socks mismatched again: one striped, one polka-dotted. Embrace the chaos.
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