I awoke

I woke up in Bali. There are these deep red gossamer curtains that frame the doorway and windows. Everything is open and they dance in the cool breeze. Slowly, back and forth. Their rhythm is hypnotic and I lazily stretch, basking in the glorious sun that throws shadows on my skin. If I was home I would bury my head under the covers and try to chase down another hour of sleep. It's different here in this foreign land. I am excited to wake up, yet I don't rush it. I let my eyes wander from the dancing cloth over the textured walls and my ears start to pick up the birds outside. My eyes close and I take a deep breath. I want to keep this moment forever.

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