Sitting around realizing that it's not loneliness the sound, it's the heart rate fluctuating based on the alertness of my mind. So coffee is brewing, my eyes are tearing and I'm alone. Right, I just said it's not the loneliness but it's hard to change how you see in such few steps.
In case one may have wondered, there is no fire in me. I'm just stirring the milk and sugar in my coffee and yawning. I take time. In morning, and evening... and always. I take time because I guess I have nothing pushing me to rush out the door.
So this is Christmas...
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