To wake up to this sky is something I am blessed with.
Rubbing my eyes with hot soft palms and feeling small inside the heat of my bed.
Eating toast and being able to count the crumbs. Sipping on orange juice and reading my emails.
Letting the hot water pound against my arched back, washing my hair with coconut smelling products and drying my damp skin with fresh clean towels.
Wearing nice clothes and listening to my own music.
A shell, our bodies are shells. And this sky makes every part of the inside of my shell wither and ache.
This body is an entity, running on empty.
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