Saturday Morning
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Everything is still as I take my first breath - the morning filters through my lungs. Notes of coffee and spruce bows swirl through the air, invisible. Yet, I can feel them lifting me, nudging me to rise from bed.

Saturday Morning

Everything is still as I take my first breath - the morning filters through my lungs. Notes of coffee and spruce bows swirl through the air, invisible.

Yet, I can feel them lifting me, nudging me to rise from bed.

But it's Saturday morning, the day I get to leisurely lie about, waiting on the sun's rays to slowly wake me, drawing me deeper into my cocoon of blankets and pillows.

I can see where the light hits from small specks of dust and kitten fur drifting lazily through the air - they have all the time in the world, as do I.

What worries hang over me but which socks I slip on or what to cook for breakfast?

I am the ruler of my own little world I realize, as I lie twirling my hair and fidgeting my toes in the warmth of my bed.

A small noise of happiness escapes my mouth and I wriggle about in glee - Saturday morning has set me free.

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