A dim light whispers through a window overhead, while a scream of urgency forces the eyes open. "What day is it? Am I late for work? Where's Slater? What happened? Who's the dead guy next to me?"
Don't worry, Mom, those last two were thrown in as an attempt at humor.
It's Saturday, and although June is double and triple booked this year, I feel reprieve.
Breathe. Relax. Today will be at my own pace, slow and methodical.
I pull the covers to my chin, adjust the pillow underneath my head, listen to the fan above, feel the cool breeze circulating the room and simply waller in the very moment of now.
Beautiful. I am so grateful for this moment.