This morning I woke before the alarm, my eyes opening to the bedroom windows with the curtains pulled back and braided together, and saw overcast clouds moving with a high wind in the young, golden light of a sun that hadn't come up yet.
It reminded me of a place I used to live, or dreamed I had lived. A place where I would wake up, and it was magical, and everything was new, and gorgeous, and perfect. I tried to remember where that place was. I think it was here... I think it was here.
I remember waking up, and going outside everyday, and it would feel like it did this morning, watching those fast low clouds roll towards the sunrise.
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Rough Draft Dictation
