The sounds of the morning resemble that Pink Floyd song. An English Breakfast or something like that. Loud clicking clock in the kitchen. Sounds of making coffee. Striking the match. Pouring the water. Sitting in my living room, sunlight streaming through the window. Dog silently sleeping. My gaze wanders from spot to spot. Thoughts arise in my mind. Thoughts like ambient melodies. Fading in and then out. I breathe. I drink my coffee. I am relaxed. It's been a long time since I've woken up feeling this way. Feeling my normal usual self. It's all I want to do. To sit in the silence of my room. Morning sunlight. Drinking coffee. All quiet. No desire to put my wants and hopes and dreams on the day. Only to see what may become.
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