2016 years into the Common Era. 4 days into the 6th month of that year. I wake up. I remember seeing 8:37am on the Fitbit, turning around, and proceeding the go back to sleep. I woke up for the last time a few hours later around 11. The blinds and drapes are lightly colored, so there’s an opaque kind of shine from the sun in the room. I don’t have a shirt on, and the room is quiet, but I still can hear what’s going on downstairs.

PRESS PLAY AND READ ALONG. (PREFERABLY WHILE YOU ARE ON YOUR PHONE IN BED)  

OR

PRESS PLAY AND LISTEN. (PREFERABLY IF YOU ARE DRIVING)

On rare occasions when I’m tired of routine, I'll mess up my room. I'll take the drawers out of my dresser. I'll pour them out on my bed in hopes to be reminded of things I wasn’t aware that I’ve missed. A few letters that I’ve received will fall out, and I’ll reread them as I lay on the ground. I’ll be reminded of emotions that I’m sure the writers no longer feel, but assumptions go without confirmation, so I’m never really sure, only sure of my feelings and how they've changed. 

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