If Only This Were Every Morning

100 Words for 100 Days — Day 3

Janhavi P.

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The silk pillowcase feels soft against the back of my neck as sunlight teases my eyes. The whispers of the morning air, cool and criss, play at the window. The alarm goes off, the ring melodious and soft. I open my eyes, inhale deeply, and let a smile slowly fall to my lips. A rampage of thoughts try to invade — work deliverables, grocery lists, emails, and the like — I push them away. Inhaling again, I stretch, arching my back against the silk sheets, my toes flexed outward, multiple muscle fibers wishing each other a good morning. The gentle sounds of the day beginning start getting louder.

I sit up. It’s going to be a good day.

Photo by: DANNY G on Unsplash

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Janhavi P.

Globe-trottin’, Bollywood-lovin’, foodie-fanatic, just trying to dance through life one beat at a time! Yellow Jackets forever and Viva La Pharmacie! ❤