Hello.
It's morning again.
My eyes opened to the white wall, I saw two columns of clean orange light standing there. I turned my face to the window and saw the sun reaching between the blinds. The notes of a piano fell upon the rays of light, rolling down into my ears and echoing into my heart. The light is a fickle lady, doesn't want me staring at her but oh so beautiful nonetheless.
The sky is still embedded in the gradient of blue-gold. It feels as if I can scratch its surface and play a tune on the echoes.
The world is still in metamorphosis. To what end, I don't now yet.
I stretched to shake off the stillborn labors of yesterday. I should go brush my teeth now.
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