Opening the curtains I tie a red ribbon around each one to hold it in place. The sun pours in and even though I’ve slept terrible, I’m ok. I examine my wrists and the veins that lead from my heart to the palm of my hand. I attempt to take my pulse, but I always lose count. The rhythm takes me home quicker than a cup of sleepy tea and a self-centered meditation that’s not really considered self-centered. When I rise and feel the heavens under my soles I’m brighter than the sun shining on a freshly waxed floor. I float above me, and these secrets they’ve searched for for years become a knowing I can’t find words to explain. To have all this in the few minutes it took to open the curtains and check my pulse, seems unimaginable, yet it’s all only a few beats away. What I love most about my curtains is the red ribbon that holds them in place, pure elegance.
There’s, nothing better than waking up in the morning, greeted by the warmth of the sun shining, after a good night’s rest…
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Good sleep is the best! I’m a huge fan of it.
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