The sun spills in from the open window, draping me in its warm, luminous blanket. It is one of my favorite sensations; especially now. In my muscles, all the opaque sharpness of stress melts and becomes shapeless, see through. My mind drifts upwards and away like a red balloon against a bright blue sky. Somewhere far off the white hands of a wispy cloud grab at it with damp fingers.
Outside the church bell rings once, marking the half hour. The weather is lovely. I can lie here and enjoy it from my bed this way for hours. Unless sleep takes me first. Maybe I'll wake up with a strange window-shaped sunburn.
At times I feel so much like a cat.
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