Morning

The sunlight bathes the room in light

It paints a glow onto my skin

I breathe deeply to clear my lungs

bring the new air in, start fresh

My drowsy eyes skim the room

My ears perk up at the familiar noises

Grandmother’s voice calls out

Her voice is received by my uncle

I smell the coffee.

My mind is clear this early.

 

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