8 am club

Early morning sunshine, symphony of birds, cold winds are travelling through the forest touching flowers & leaves. My bedroom window is naked. The wall curtain is silky, yet semi-transparent, refraction. The wind arrives straight into my room, touching those feet, I kept out of blanket purposely to achieve precise sleeping temperature.

I woke up sluggishly. But there’s nothing romantic here. Eventually, we all do pretend, right now though, I have a google meet to attend!

Ps: wondering why I woke up.

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