A Dinner at Denny's

The velvety chime from the phone goes off at 5:15. I’ve been awake since 4:30. Laying in bed, my mind is tired but my body is kicking to get moving. I want to sleep in until 6:00. That’s not going to happen. Once I’m awake, the day is a treadmill I’ve been strapped to. No wonder those used to be torture devices in 19th century debtors’ prisons. I exhale forcefully, the air rushing through my chapped...

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