Something warm to hold
i started making the bed with the window open, and now the room smells like outside for the rest of the day
Something warm to hold
Something warm to hold
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I started making the bed with the window open, and now the room smells like outside for the rest of the day.
Thirty seconds, window open. The whole ritual is shorter than finding my keys.
And the room smells like outside all day. Cold air in the sheets, a little bit of morning left in the corners.
The whole day starts in fresher air. Such a small thing to change, and I notice it every single evening.
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