6.3.22 // Tangled

I find myself tangled in the soft white sheets not many floors above the empty city streets.
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In these slow mornings, I find solace and I find peace.
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Sunlight dancing on my eyelids begging for attention.
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Drifting in and out of sleep, the anxiety I typically carry gives way without tension.
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Life is simpler in these messy linens.
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Where minds and bodies can rest with no expectation to begin again.
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Where time slips to a stop and coffee is the only prop.