monday night closing shift
three days of work in a row, and somehow an extra monday closing shift was exactly what i needed. wiping tables, organising things, keeping my hands busy. anything to get away from the noise in my head. i've been unusually sensitive to everything lately, even the smallest interactions. tonight, i chose my bedroom over my usual desk, and silence over conversations. nothing is asking anything from me here. i think that's what i needed.
the door is slightly open.
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