at sunrise

When the wake-up call sounds, We are each yanked from behind Slumber’s Veil into some semblance of consciousness. Consciousness mixed with mud.

We lumber forth, and get back into Alertitude after a few clumsy steps. How alert We stay is another matter, to be addressed on another day.

Good morning, Sunshine.

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