This is my contribution to today's #freewrite with the prompt "brand", hosted by 
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It was brand new day, she thought. Wasn’t that a song? She hummed a melody that seemed familiar, yet she couldn’t remember the lyrics. Except for “Brand new day”. Was it really a new day? she thought. When did a new day begin anyway? Midnight? Why? Why couldn’t a day begin at let’s say 10 o’clock? Oder just after the sun had set? Did it make any sense? Not really. Not to her. Nothing made sense. Yesterday, she had been Mrs. Perfect, with Mr. Perfect at her side. And today, everything was new. She had to start over. First of all, she had to get up, and she wasn’t sure she would be able to do this. Not today. Not alone in this apartment. Why did people always say “brand new day” with the implication that this was a good thing? Why couldn’t just the old day be better than the new day? She just wished she could turn back time, go back to the point at which her world was still perfect, to a point at which this stupid humanoid robot had not shut down for good due to system failure.