Dead Beauty

On the wall, facing my bed was movie poster sized picture of Marilyn Monroe.

A beautiful sad, dead woman.

Every morning, I awakened, sat up in my bed, and looked into the face of a beautiful, sad, dead woman.

I started my day.

One morning, I awaked, sat up in my bed, and looked into the face of a beautiful, sad, dead woman, and I no longer wanted to start my day with her.

I removed her from my bedroom, and from my home.

The next morning, I awakened, I sat up in my bed, turned to my mirror, and looked into the face of a beautiful, vibrant, alive woman.

I started my day.

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