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Every morning starts the same.
I hit the snooze on my cell phone alarm clock.
I've had to change the ringer every other week. My body adjusts to it and I become immune to the waking ability.

The soap suds scurry past as I look straight down at my feet under the running water. Shampoo gets in my eyes and it stings, but I wipe it off with a towel. It happens more than once and before I know it I'm wiping shampoo into my eyes. I flip the towel over. It could be easier just to finish up.

I'm too tired to get out because I know it'll be cold as hell on the other side of the plastic curtain. I end up staring into a fogged-up mirror hoping to see something better on the other side but to no avail.

I eventually give in and turn off the faucets. Standing still probably isn't the best idea at this temperature and time of day.

Everyday I run through that same basic shower routine. Everyday I promise myself that tomorrow I won't be cold, I won't shiver, I'll get out and get ready. I'll wake up early and get ready for school only to disappoint myself.