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Slow exhales in close quarters, release swirls of hot steam. Calming notes of chamomile and mint bursting from my cup. Eyes closed. Filling me with a sense of security; as if each breath out, breaks down my fatigue from the day allowing me to wipe it away, as you would a mirror after a steamy shower. Window cracked. The pitter patter of rain as lightning illuminates the sky; my feet encased by my fathers wool socks buried deep beneath my covers searching for warmth. Slow exhale. & I sink deeper into my bed, detaching myself from reality, erasing today's to-do list trying desperately not to create tomorrows. A long slow sip. Clinging to its heat - begging it to stay, reluctantly letting it dissipate from my tongue as if it would help me unwind faster. I close my eyes. I see my Mothers warm radiant smile, my Fathers soft caring eyes & my two Brothers' inviting protective embrace. Blessed, I am. Slow exhale. A crisp fresh breeze tickles my nose, I feel my skin melt into my sheets; welcoming relaxing rejuvenation. Slow exhale...
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
Slow Exhale
Slow exhales in close quarters, release swirls of hot steam. Calming notes of chamomile and mint bursting from my cup. Eyes closed. Filling me with a sense of security; as if each breath out, breaks down my fatigue from the day allowing me to wipe it away, as you would a mirror after a steamy shower. Window cracked. The pitter patter of rain as lightning illuminates the sky; my feet encased by my fathers wool socks buried deep beneath my covers searching for warmth. Slow exhale. & I sink deeper into my bed, detaching myself from reality, erasing today's to-do list trying desperately not to create tomorrows. A long slow sip. Clinging to its heat - begging it to stay, reluctantly letting it dissipate from my tongue as if it would help me unwind faster. I close my eyes. I see my Mothers warm radiant smile, my Fathers soft caring eyes & my two Brothers' inviting protective embrace. Blessed, I am. Slow exhale. A crisp fresh breeze tickles my nose, I feel my skin melt into my sheets; welcoming relaxing rejuvenation. Slow exhale...
brittany-falk
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
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