its quiet and still. just you and your breath as you open your eyes. dream remnants swirl around your brain and dissipate into the bedding with each blink. the gentle haze of a soft morning sun fills the room. everything is a blur because you arent wearing glasses, but your hand is close by. you observe the carved notches and etchings of your skin, the texture of your life. you’re grateful for witnessing this moment once again. you desperately want to share this feeling with someone you love.
