She spent a long time looking in the mirror, sweeping her hair to different sides, and pulling it back to see how each hair stretched her skin.
She plucked a few to see what follicles look like.
She followed the patterns of the veins on her head, counted the glossy little lumps underneath her eyes, and nipped her ear lobes until it hurt.
She licked her lips to see how long they took to dry.
After a while her breathing clouded the mirror.
When the steam faded, she noticed how deeply embedded the lines in her forehead were.
When it came to getting dressed, she saw her work uniform and realised she’d made no plans for today, her day off. And by now it was nearly one.
It didn’t seem to matter.
She rested her hands on her stomach, and wondered how to tell him.
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