i love slow mornings— sipping coffee without hurry, feeling the buzz settle in, watching the clear and blue skies while snuggled in my warmest hoodie.
no deadlines, no stress, just a quiet start, where nothing feels urgent and the morning is mine to enjoy. reading a book, scrolling through articles, crafting, creating something new.
just a morning that’s free, unrushed and for me to enjoy
those flashes of little warmth with some little dreaming, strange half consciousness interspersed between. sort of happens when I am not sleeping well but when it happens just right it’s a lil gift in an altered state. time passes so different n it feels like u unlocked a secret extra hour that the 40 hr work week said u couldn’t have
