She opened her eyes, slowly. Too much. She quickly shut them again.
One of the issues with morning was how much of it came at once. Light. Sound. Smell. Sometimes the hard bounce of small child hurtling in at breakneck speed. So rarely a gentle touch.
If morning could be delivered in layers -- or slices, or some other kind of increments -- that would be ideal. It’s a service she would subscribe to. No doubt it would be available soon, in the convenience-as-commodity marketplace the world was fast becoming. Evolution? Devolution?
For now, anyway, she brought her hand up to her face, felt the grimace planted and growing in the flesh and furrows: she’d have to deal with it.
A magazine page flashed in her mind and the headline spun before coming dizzily into focus. Smile First, Day Later. But would it work? The article advocated a big smile first thing in the morning to set the tone for the rest of the day. “While the practice may not seem scientific,” one research was quoted as saying, “we have found it to achieve successful results among a surprising number of participants in our studies.” Hardly a ringing endorsement, but what could you?
She yawned and stretched her jaw. Massaging her cheeks, she pulled a smile into place and patted her face with her hands as if to ensure its accuracy.
She opened her eyes.
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