Getting ready for bed and while I wash my face and brush my teeth, I examine my reflection in the mirror.
She looks a little rumpled, and her hair is flat from running my fingers through it all day. There's a small bump on her right eyelid that feels more prominent at night than it was this morning. I notice the wrinkles on her forehead, and the remnants of makeup ready to be removed. No smile, but bright eyes and the clear anticipation of the upcoming rest.
It feels grounding to be reacquainted with her at the end of the day. To come back to myself in the most simple way.
To fully breathe in and then fully exhale.
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