Back in college I brought a single bowl, a single plate, a single cup etc from home to eat all my food out of. I still have a vivid memory of the moment I finished cooking dinner, piled it all into my bowl and then knocked it on the floor. The bowl shattered and my food went everywhere. I was really upset that I broke that bowl. We had been through so much together!
Where am I? Is it a school day? Should I be at work? Why is everything melting?
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Well the heat kills all the germs right? Wait why is it dripping… oh no… I think it’s eating through the bottom of the mug.
I remember being a kid and being fascinated when I could hear my heart beating. I would lay on my side with my ear tight to the pillow and listened to the rhythm. I would try and slow my breathing to see if I could change my heart rate. That’s the point where I would usually fall asleep.
