Grateful for an extra hour of sleep. Not so grateful for the days getting shorter, but we're trying to see things from new angles, right? Looking at the bright sides? I'm trying here.
That sweet extra hour of sleep. Waking up slow and stretching wide all the way down to each little pinky toe. Scrunching back up under the pile of blankets with a yawn. Then unfolding again, bit by bit. Opening a rested body and soul up to the day at hand.
Then I hear the rain, and I just want to burrow and hunker down.
It's Monday.
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