The day had started as usual. Waking up at the same time, same breakfast food and same route to work.

But she felt something would be different today.

She walked to her class that she had to teach. Everything was still the same.

She taught her class and worked on her research. Yet still, everything was the same.

Lunch, the same.

Dinner, meh, the same.

She was preparing to get into bed. Everything still looked the same.

But why did it not feel the same?

She thought on that in bed.

She could not find an answer until right before she fell asleep.

That day had been a resistance-free day. Maybe for the first time ever.