Dearest one,
In the dark hours of a day yet not begun, I think of you. I think of you resting your head with blissful dreams dancing through your minds eye. Fluttering eyelashes; not of a disturbed sleep, but of eager anticipation with the day dawning. I think of you waking refreshed, and rejuvenated, and invigorated, and inspired. I think of you secure in the knowledge of being loved, and safe, and connected. I think of you dancing through your day; seamlessly guided by the ebb and flow of the moving hours. I think you at ease, at peace, at hOMe. I think of you surrounded by love, and laughter, and light. I think of you.
Dearest future self, I'm coming.
xx
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