Early Sunday Mornings

7AM Sunday morning. Life is in its virgin state. The air is pristine and sweet. Like a newly bloomed white rose brushed with the morning dew.

I’m lying still in bed listening to the quietness of a tranquil morning. Waiting for real life to begin.

A life where I don’t wander from cubicle to cubicle. Like a zombie.

A life where the canopy is waiting for me. The flowers are singing their rites.The day is competing with the night.

A life where I delight and de-stress. And love and lust. And reflect and rejuvenate.

A life where I’m truly alive.

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