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Pages are no longer a part of my reading time.
The way light lands on the floor before anyone wakes up is how I count it.
After she laughs herself to sleep in the silence.
While paused in between breaths, I realize that.
I'm not reaching anymore.
I'm here.
I'm not waiting for my turn to arrive.
Because I already have.
Today was slow.