My eyes flutter open leaving my lashes feeling like the wings of a bird or a book struggling to stay still as the wind brushes through its pages. It's another casual day and maybe i could tell the way my day would go from the way in which i woke up. I probably guessed that right because i didn't stay still for a few minutes to gather myself. I always gather myself. 
My daily routine would be me going through the day the way an old man goes through a book, wetting the tip of his fingers just so he could open the next page. I mean, it's not that hard;to open a book, but he just needs to make it easier. 
I slip my legs into my slides and maybe if my legs were wet, it would have gone in easier. Just maybe. 
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Now I'm seated in the cab and I'd compare whatever is happening in my surroundings to me hallucinating. I'm thinking of how the lives of each person in the cab actually is.
My thoughts are interrupted now I'm imagining "what if an accident occurs right now". I'm looking forward and playing the image of an accident scene. What happens if i survive? What happens if i don't?
My mind is a hollywood of it's own and how I'm always the main character in every story is amazing. I'm not perfect, sometimes i don't act my part well so i have to cut and redo the scene.Happens everytime but the end of the movie turns out really great after so many interruptions.
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I'm back to where my eyes fluttered and before they go down ,I'll complete the movie i started in the cab.