I feel the new day first, goosebumps prickle my skin as cold air jolts me into consciousness
A screech in the silence, I yawn, beckoning even the birds to start to sing
My eyes open, looking for the shadows of my morning friends through the burnt orange curtains
On a walk before the heat creeps in, a deep breath, allowing the sweet honeysuckle and wet grass to fill my nostrils
The first sip of coffee, nutty, acidic, strong, the day has begun.
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