First light creeps in; peekaboo with the sun. You’ve been dreaming about life as a kid. Thoughts come swiftly whether you like it, or not. Swing your feet ’round so they drop to the floor. Are you anything but what you believe? So you rose, rubbed your eyes, and sauntered down the hallway. Shuffling, your body along. You say, “hello”. to the morning. You smile because you’re alive.

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