Waking up from the sun shining in through the gap in my blinds. Not having to get out of bed. The choice of getting out of bed anyway.
Sundays. A stillness you can almost touch.
Waking up from the sun shining in through the gap in my blinds. Not having to get out of bed. The choice of getting out of bed anyway.
Sundays. A stillness you can almost touch.
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