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One word, stretched out in whiney tones, marking a space of resistance even as I begrudgingly follow the predetermined path of my day.  Summer school and swim lessons tugging me forcefully from beneath the weight of evening dreams and into morning routines.  I want to pout, plug my ears and hum to drown out the sound of the alarm clock nagging me out of bed.  Instead, I curl up with a cup of coffee and let the sunshine fade my frustrations.  Saturday I will sleep in.

Tagged: Morning