Even when the blinds are drawn, I can tell what time it is just by how they glow. Many times, I hate the sight of those yellow blinds. The phosphorescent buzz reminds me it's time to get up, and make my way to work. I begrudgingly, rise, and start the ritual.
As I gradually come to life, I am filled with the day. Perhaps I project - will it be a good one, or will it be filled with uncertainty and stress? As I stand in front of the mirror shaving, I notice my reflection softened by the morning light. I become fascinated by how the rough edges and lines have been smoothed. I lose myself in the vision. I drift away to far-away, fantasy places. I rise above the day and my worries. I've come to delight in the morning light.
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