Managed to wake up in less than my usual Saturday morning morass. A relief to feel befriended by my pillows. The room was flooded by light. When I opened the window, the bamboo was rustling. The bees my housemates are raising below my window were probably rustling too but I chose not to pay attention to them. Just the goodness of wanting to be awake, of having a few errant optimistic thoughts.
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