There’s that moment in the morning. The one just before I realize where I am, when space and time all belong to me. It’s a stillness, a silence. It’s the break before the chaos and loudness of yesterday, today and tomorrow enter my head. It’s bliss. It’s peace. It’s mine.
But then I realize where I am, what happened yesterday, the chaos of today and the loud uncertainty of tomorrow. As the minutes go on, my moment, my bliss, my peace is gone and it becomes harder and harder to remember it was ever mine at all.