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I woke up this morning with the sound of rain pattering against my windowpane. I lay in bed for a while, listening to it and trying to muster up some energy to get out from under these warm blankets. But as I reached over to grab my phone off my bedside table, I caught sight of myself in the mirror and groaned inwardly at how terrible I look today.
My hair is all tangled and knotted after a night spent sleeping on it, and my face feels like I've been slapped with a hot iron - my skin is red and splotchy from lying under the heat vent in my room. I try to smooth out my messy bun, but it just ends up looking worse. And of course I'm wearing this ugly grey sweat suit that's so frumpy it makes me look even more like I've been through a war.
I get out of bed and stumble over to my closet, searching for something - anything! - better than this disgusting outfit. But all I can find are these dull colours and shapeless things that make me feel like I'm drowning in boredom. And so here I am, standing in front of my mirror, staring at myself with a mixture of despair and resignation. Because what else is there to do on a rainy day like today?
