I take a seat.
The morning sun highlights the dust dancing through the air,
As soft rhythms form sweet melodies through my head.
Just past the window a young squirrel leaps between trees,
Cheeks chubby with new spring seeds.
Cool scent of lavender stirs life into my sleepy lungs.
Muscles relax into the soft fabric beneath me.
Sorry to keep you waiting sir.
I wasn’t waiting.
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