Before the World Wakes By: Sachi Dixit
I wake before the house remembers how to move,
before doors open
before dishes clink
before anyone calls my name.
The air is already warm,
slipping through the window impatiently
Summer doesn’t rush
It just settles.
The floorboards are cool under my feet and everything is in slow motion
like the world hit the do-not-disturb button just for me
Outside, the light is golden but gentle, stretching across the grass
touching rooftops softly
like it doesn’t want to wake them yet.
Birds softly practicing their harmonies A car passes somewhere far away.
But inside this moment, nothing is loud
It’s not a big happiness,
not fireworks,
not laughter filling rooms
It’s the kind that lives in small spaces,
in quiet mornings,
in the space between yesterday and today.
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