Awaken,
the light of dawn emanates between
black curtains.
Listen,
birds are singing a welcoming to
the coming sun.
Stretch,
so long my body melts
off the edges of my mattress.
From my fingers to my toes,
I feel infinite.
Rise,
to a freshly brewed coffee.
The smell recharging me
before my cup reaches my lips.
Open,
the window,
feel that breeze,
calling me to join.
Bask,
in the approach of a new day.
Together.
_The warmth of it all will heat my soul._
Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 11:07 AM UTC
Awaken,
the light of dawn emanates between
black curtains.
Listen,
birds are singing a welcoming to
the coming sun.
Stretch,
so long my body melts
off the edges of my mattress.
From my fingers to my toes,
I feel infinite.
Rise,
to a freshly brewed coffee.
The smell recharging me
before my cup reaches my lips.
Open,
the window,
feel that breeze,
calling me to join.
Bask,
in the approach of a new day.
Together.
_The warmth of it all will heat my soul._
The perfect morning
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