New Day 

I woke up early this morning. The room is humid, making it feel sticky. I hear the birds outside chirping loudly as if to say get going, time’s a wasting. Then it grows quiet. Just a silent blanket covering the morning. It should feel strange or be strange but it is not. I welcome the quiet. It is comforting. So in this quiet I decide to mull over nothing. Just a tug on the blanket to pull it back over my head. And snooze just a little more.

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