7:36am

Hello.
Today I am writing from
a remote village called
early morning.
It is quiet here.
The sun is coming up
but the house is still dark and
untouched by the masses.
The kitchen is clean.
A hint of bacon lingers in the air
from an early-er in the morning
meal preparation for the
handsome and debonaire
gentleman of the house.

I feel depleted from the
busyness of this week.
At the same time
there is a wave if exhilaration
at the possibilities before me.
And yet sleep is tugging
at my eyelids.
What's a girl to do...?
Lvb