Redux
A yawn escapes my body.
I choose to wriggle in the sheets a little more snugly.
But my mind stirs with thoughts. It determines not to go back into that density absent of light.
Slowly my consciousness moves into the direction of the rays.
The ceiling fan gives me my first instruction of the day.
Stretch!
I do, and a smile renders me awake.
Sweet morning rays. Lovely read.
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Thank you, Kritika! 🙂
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Welcome 🙂
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hill
rain
mist
whist
unload
in all senses of the word
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A good pandiculation first thing in the morning is delicious!
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Indeed! 🙂
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Perfect for morning wake up.
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🙂
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