I have left my dreams for now
The room is warm
And I am gently being cradled
by the egyptian cotton
by the hope for a new day
nothing is expected of me yet
comfortable
I run my hands against my skin
to remind me of myself
I am still alive
And the tunes have started running for the day
begin to play within my mind
I stretch
and blink
and smile
in love
in softness
and turn on
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