WARM SUNLIGHT WRIGGLED around her, tucking its golden-white rays into the creases of her sheets and pillows. Snuggling deeper into the cushiony firmness, Azana smiled; it was nice to have a morning to relax. No more stress. Just a quiet morning.
Yes, all right, she still had things to do — she even had an appointment — but she didn’t feel pressured. She felt relaxed. And she was going to savor it, as much as she could why still doing her duty. It was the best way probably.
She should try and remember that.
Written: 2 Sept 2015
Inspired: Azana + life (that seems to be common)