I am one of those people who wake up happy; I love the morning. Cardinals sing from the little forest outside my bedroom window, the cat’s whiskers vibrate against the window screen, the dog presses his warm body against my legs. It is a pale, breathless moment filled with potential.
And I am cleansed for it, renewed.
The dissolute acts from the night before are washed from my skin, though my sheets may still bear the iniquitous proof of my debauchery. The morning light purifies, it forgives, it says, Hey there, little lady. Go do it again.
And so I do.
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