It is 5:30am. I am laying in a trundle bed that I have slept in every summer at my parents' cottage. The breeze is blowing the shades on the window, ever so slightly. The sun is peeking over the bluff, almost afraid to rise. It SHOULD BE AFRAID to rise. I threaten it EVERY. SINGLE. MORNING. "Don't you dare rise," I say. "Don't you dare wake my children!" Then I plead, "You know what happens when you come up! Can't we just squeeze you in the schedule around 7 or 8?" Then I panic, "All I wanted was 5 more minutes. Have you no pity?!?!?!"
Then I see this face. This is what I wake up for. These are the moments. So my brain might not be operating at 100%. I am told that brain functioning is over rated, anyway...
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