I was bone-tired and one wrong beep away from crying in the bread aisle.
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, humming a little too loudly, tinting everything in a dull yellow haze that made the world feel heavier than it already was. My feet throbbed after a 12-hour shift, the kind of ache that didn’t dissolve with a bath or a cup of tea. It settled into the bones and whispered that being 43 wasn’t as young as it once felt…continues…👇👇👇
