She sat by the window, a cold cup of coffee forgotten in her hands. It was her favorite hour: the world suspended between night and day, heavy with the promise of beginning.
And for no reason at all, she smiled. You can copy and paste this into a new browser tab or text document. Would you like it shorter, longer, or themed differently? open new windows
"Today," she whispered to no one, "I will do things differently." She sat by the window, a cold cup