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Bittersweet Emotions

I'm sad. It's the kind of sadness that comes from boredness, the kind that just sort of engulfs everything, leaving the droning of the tv and the dull rumble of the dishwasher a humming white noise. I'm not stuck on what to do. There's chores and violin and everything else waiting for me downstairs. But I'm happy, somewhat selfishly, because I'm alone. I sigh and stare at the perfect shining red on the bass cradled in my lap.