24 hours. She had left by then. I was alone in the room to my own devices. I'll get things done. And get things done, I did not. I did empowering things instead. I wrote. Then I slept. I cleaned. I did laundry. I said damn the man and decided to air dry all my clothes. Evidence of all cleaning is gone now that my clothes are strewn around. And then I read. I read page after page. It turned into chapters. I read about a woman that is not often credited for her role in the Revolution. A prim woman who I think is fucken rad now. She was born 50 miles away from where I was born. I read a book- Cunt. And I listened to songs all through the night. Inga is fucken rad. I finished a book on healing. I went from little to big. And now I feel empowered to be me. Maybe a day off was good to just recenter. No more stress-induced insomnia at 3am.
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