There are mornings that dawn with the promise of a beautiful day. When staying in the bed, stretching your limbs feels delicious and even if you’re running a little late, you still linger a while longer in preparing for the day, taking extra care in your appearance. You know that there are six billion people in the world but that day, flowers bloom just for you. You delight in everything around you. Devoid of make up your face seems new to you, its contours more defined, your hair even when it’s messed up seems just right. You sing because your heart commands you to. And even though your reflection is nothing new to you…you still find a reason to smile.

And then there are mornings such as the one today, the weather’s perfect but inside, it’s all autumn. And you wake up early because the moment there’s a lapse in your sleep, memories start haunting you once again. You try to push them away, but they know exactly where to get to you. You get up with one valiant effort; tell yourself that you will make it through the day that you’ve been through worse. You know that today, you will be just another face in the crowd…easily forgotten. You still try to find clothes that may cheer you up, try to brush your hair to make yourself feel better. You put on a little more make up than usual to hide the blemishes, put on some music but your heart just doesn’t respond. Nothing helps. You try to smile but it never reaches your eyes. And your reflection becomes just that…evidence of the emptiness inside.