The freezing air presses against the window pane, threatening to invade the warmth.
The morning steals the darkness away, almost secretively, letting slivers of light enter the room unobtrusively.
Scents of lavender, sage and chamomile float lazily in the air while the cup of tea steeps quietly on the ledge.
....and the morning begins.
A quiet, sleepy kind of morning
for one
in need of a hideaway
from the discussions and decisions.
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1 comment:
yeah girl.
I get it.
soak.
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