Each day I wake up, I roll toward the sun, untwisting my cotton night dress before slowly lifting heavy eyelids and gazing at my phone. Notifications tell me the world has been awake while I’ve been sleeping. Notifications that are managed by independent thumbs operating on cruise control. Each day I wake up, I make my way downstairs. The cotton …
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