I rise from my dark slumber, waking to dim stillness. I softly make my way through doorways and hallways. To the door leading out.
I
Pull it open
Step out in to the coolness
Step softer yet to not disturb the peace of a morning not woken
Sit upon the still slumbering rocking chair
Put my feet upon the ends of the runners
Curling my feet down over the upturn curl of it’s up.
I
Settle.
To be awake.
When all around me a world sleeps.
And I-
I am the beat of the heart alive.
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