A simple sunrise is far from just that…
It is a humbling beauty that begs to be seen…
Yet my preference is in keeping the curtains drawn, leaving the new day unseen but not unknown…
Having spent an evening with your world at my fingertips, the desire to pull night past daybreak and letting it linger into the afternoon…
What happened? I ask myself with a tremble trying to keep nimble with every thought so as not to sever the connection that can lead me to return to the center of your universe…
It’s 8a.m. and Monday is twenty-four hours away…
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