Today is a slow day —
the kind where you wake,
and stay a little longer in the warmth,
because nothing outside is calling for you yet.
The room is still.
Morning light moves quietly across the sheets.
You don't rise yet.
But in the stillness,
something begins to surface —
the way a quiet day lets us hear
what the noise of every other day usually hides.
And so, the day begins to unfold.