Sunday Morning Sensory Inputs
/I fell asleep on the left, but woke without center. Five-hundred count thread softens me, only some unwrap before sunrise.
The Sun is shining but it’s cold.
“Alexa? What’s the temperature?”
Read MoreI fell asleep on the left, but woke without center. Five-hundred count thread softens me, only some unwrap before sunrise.
The Sun is shining but it’s cold.
“Alexa? What’s the temperature?”
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