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Every day was Groundhog Day. Always the same, crawl out of bed, shower, work, and when she came home after a 16 hour shift, collapse into bed. Somewhere in between she would eat.
Now she was caught in a mirror.
The image of an unmade bed and clothes strewn everywhere greeted her at every turn, from every angle. The only thing missing was her own reflection. No matter which side she viewed from, it was the same. Empty, untidy, careless and alone.
Had her life really become so repetitive there was no difference between reality and this?
Where were her dreams?