Umbrella
When I wake up, the rain is gone, leaving only the faint musty smell. Petrichor, the smell of dust after rain. I love that smell. I always have and I always will. But I can't sit here forever...
It's time to get to work. Luckily, I work online, so I can sit here forever. It doesn't take me long to open up my laptop and log in to the tutoring website I work on.
I find myself distracted throughout the day. It's not uncommon for me, I've always been easily distracted. So during my "lunch break", I decide to surf the web. Maybe get a new umbrella. A black umbrella, I decide, is the best way to go.
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