Today my eyelids cursed the morning sun rays who managed to sneak in and rest on my face.
I took my daughter to school and hugged her, already missing her presence for the rest of the day.
I had coffee with my husband and chatted about meaningless things because our brains were still not fully awake.
I wrote a story about a loved one I had lost and took a stroll in the center to have coffee with an old friend.
I missed myself today, and as I drove home, I thought about the many masks I portrait on an hourly base.
I snuggled under the covers this evening, and as I let the softness of the blanket embrace me, the coolness of the pillow touch my cheek, I fell asleep.
I dreamt about tomorrow today.
