Wednesday, March 19, 2025

Morning

 


Rise out of bed

Eyes barely open

You shuffle through the house 

Barely functioning 

Then that first drop of coffee 


Happy 

Happy 

Joy

Joy


Happy 

Happy 

Joy 

Joy

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