The #MutualAid Housewives of Bluesky County

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She wakes at one-forty-five. You hear her in the bedroom. She makes a small sound which is the sound she makes when she is up. You go to her. She holds her arms up like a child. You lift her into a hug and she cries for a few minutes into your shoulder about a dream she had in which her mother was disappointed in her. You stroke her hair. You tell her she is safe. You make her toast. You make her tea. You take her laptop out of the bedroom because the night before she had asked you to take it away from her so that she wouldn’t scroll. She has not done any work today. She is not expected to. The polycule has agreed that her freelance graphic design work is impossible right now because of her dysphoria, and so until further notice she is “in a resting period.” It has been fourteen months.


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