I'm clean. That may not seem like a big deal, but it is.
Cleaning up in the morning is a major engineering feat. It involves lots of towels. Face clothes, brushes, combs, you name it. And shaving? That's an even bigger deal.
But when everything is cleaned up, the puddles mopped up, I look like a regular person. At least, that's what everyone says.
And maybe holding on to that, holding on to that bit of normalcy, is what's important.
Maybe the longer we can look the way we used to, act the way we used to, be the way we used to, the longer we keep that Beast at bay.