A familiar world tilts by one degree, enough to expose the quiet strangeness beneath routine.
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The ordinary tilts one degree. Cups keep their water. Doors keep their hinges. Only the morning slips sideways, letting a little darkness show. I walk to work carrying this new angle like a secret.
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