It started out as nothing, with nothing. Caught between the joys of sleeping in on a cold winter morning and sleeping as the art of wishing sorrow away. It never leaves, you’re the one who has to choose to leave it behind.
I chose to leave the seemingly sweet comfort of duvets and a little sunshine peeping sadly through the curtains, and guess what? The sun smiled when I opened the door and let myself out of the terrors of my own mindlessness. Walked a few blocks to the beach and my week has finally begun. It’s a Wednesday and I’m open.
….and it feels good.