Ten.Four Hundred & Forty-Two
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I feel him crawling out of the bed. “It’s wake-up time,” he says with a smile on my face. I close my eyes and tell him to go ahead downstairs.
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She comes in and asks if she can make waffles again this morning. I tell her to go ahead and make the batter. If only I’d put the waffle iron in one of the lower cabinets, I wouldn’t have to get out of bed at all.
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No showings scheduled for the day but I feel like maybe it might happen. I tidy up and get the laundry going just in case.
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All I need to do is survive lunch. I laugh at the sadness of that statement: survive lunch.
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Everything about the whole hour and a half is awkward.
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I stand in the driveway with bare feet and raise my hands above my head to stretch. It’s quiet. A slight breeze is blowing and I can feel my shirt beating gently against my skin.
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The garden is in rough shape. So neglected. Everything needs tending.
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But there is something luxurious about laying your head on a soft pillow and feeling your skin being warmed by the rays of sun coming in through the window. The bedroom is glowing from all of the light.
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Refined Organic.
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I pull three cards: Inner Trust, After the Storm, Dream a Beautiful Dream. Yes.