Monotony

Everyday I sit on same chair by the window, sipping same blend coffee and similarly prepared breakfast sandwich done by the same deli guy as same cookie awaits on same side of the table. I listen to same song, at same exact minute everyday with same hope that somehow something will change out of the sameness of my routine. Whatever happened to seizing the day?

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