Exhaustion has a way of blurring the edges of reality.
That morning, I wasn’t just tired—I was hollowed out by it. The kind of tired that seeps into your bones, slows your thoughts, and makes even the smallest tasks feel like climbing uphill in the dark.
I had just finished another overnight shift at the pharmacy. My feet ached, my back throbbed, and my eyelids felt like they were lined with sand. Still, there was no going home to rest—not yet.
Laundry couldn’t wait.
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