21 April 2020
21 Apr 2020

Good morning

My favorite part of my morning these days is when I just wake up, and I regain enough consciousness to have my memory start its work again, the first coherent thought my brain usually pieces together is, damn, I’m so grateful to have you in my life, to be the last one to say goodnight to you last night. To myself have the unbelievable luck of slipping away into my night with those same words from you echoing in my head.

Then as the rest of the world floods into focus around me, I hold onto that feeling so tightly, as if the world is cold and unfeeling and frozen solid, and that thought of you is the steam that hangs in the air after you shut off a scalding hot shower. I hold onto it as if the light of the day hasn’t arrived yet, and that remembrance of you is the candle I might use to stumble my way through the dawn. I hold onto it with these words I’m writing before I even crawl out of bed. I don’t want to forget how this feels. Because it’s my favorite part of my morning.

Good morning. It is for me. Thank you.

Know, feel, love

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