Dear R,
I like mornings when I wake up thoughtless to find the room so bright and when everything feels so eternal. I enjoy the stillness in the sliver of time between sleep and full consciousness. I find calm in the quietness when the skies take a breath between gusts. Early mornings make me remember the light in your brown eyes the time you said you wanted to see the sun, the smile in your voice and your murmur in the frigid air.
Yours,
S
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