drifting in and out, like seaweed suspended in a tide.
in the darkness of my basement room, noon is black.
most mornings, waking up is a process of stretching some stiffness,
shaking shadows from my eyes, begging consciousness to take over.
this morning was good. I woke early.
I woke up smiling without knowing why. just smiling.
then i kept sleeping. and woke up smiling again.
then fell asleep again because i wanted to,
not because my body demanded it.
finally i woke up again, smiling in the dark. and i couldn't shake it.
and it stayed until the shower washed it from my face.
but it wasn't gone. it seeped through me slowly and turned to peace.
it made my day before it began.
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