A long sleep, the prince and a feeling of self-confidence in my dreams. I wake up to a lazy day off, a day longed for. Drawn-out brunch with a view of sun over water. There are no plans except reading, watching a DVD, writing something. This is a good morning.
Predictably: restlessness creeps in. Another useless, worthless day. A tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
But then the coffee is brewing. The magic potion. I smell it, long for it, pick out a mug to use - and I feel loved. Accepted. I am here, alive, doing nothing worthwhile except just being. And it's OK. It's all that is needed for the world to go on.
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