i woke, slightly befuddled and dazed. my phone's ringtone, cleverly-designed to be increasingly loud and annoying at equal(ly irritating) proportions, killed my dreams. i woke, with my blanket halfway down the bed, almost reaching the floor, and with my left arm numb, from being slept on for the last six hours. i woke, without a smile. i rubbed my eyes nonchalantly, while forcing myself to climb and crawl out of bed.
it's too damn early.
brush my teeth, wash my face. shower, shiver in water at first, calm down, rinse and repeat. get changed. open the refrigerator, make breakfast from whatever's left in the fridge, eat breakfast. grab stuff, check for keys and phone and wallet, get out of midget-sized apartment--
...and i find kindness at my doorstep.
a little brown envelope, fat, with papers stuffed inside of it. i pick it up. it's addressed to me. i flip it around to open it. the money almost flies out of the envelope. i'm confused. i count the money, and it sums up to cover my rental for this month, when i was just threatened to get kicked out by the landlady days ago. who could this be, my mom? i hadn't even told a soul about it. i hadn't even--
i found you.
kindness had found its way back to me.
(this is incomplete. obviously. :I)
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