Moving Borders

I stared blankly at the mirror, uncertain of what might unfold. My arms hung lifelessly as I searched for assurance. I breathed hard, so hard it echoed through the walls but was still not enough to deafen the drumbeats in my chest. My cold palms numbed. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead. Water drops on a half-filled pail seemed endless. Long breaths and faster heartbeats; the door swung open.

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