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I awake to the smell of breakfast
being created in the kitchen
by my love.
Sweet tea has arrived
which I promptly drink,
thirsty to get
to the sugary deposits
that gather in the bottom
of the mug
as hidden treasure.
My phone rings
and I answer it,
a startled expression
filling my brow
as I make the journey
to wake up.
It's mother
asking about something or other,
her voice enough
to fill my day.
And so,
the day begins.