All Write, Already!

The room was dark, or more accurately, it was devoid of light. Most dark spaces have just a smidgen of light with which to see, but this had none. It was also silent. Not a single sound, not even that of the room's single occupant.

James created this place to clear his mind. Any sights or sounds would distract him from his preparations, so he saw to it that this little recess of his mind had none. He came here every night to recall his memories of the past, review his plans for the future, and prepare for what he must do in the present.

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Madeleine looked into the mirror as she brushed her teeth. Thirty seconds before the brush would beep to let her know that she should switch sides. She moved the vibrating brush back and forth to make sure that her teeth got a vigorous cleaning. Beep. She flipped sides and repeated. She wondered how many other people were doing exactly the same thing at this exact moment. Beep. How many people were getting ready to go to bed, and go to work. Beep. Every night was different. Beep. She rinsed the brush and put it back in the charger.