The households its breath. Coffee steamsagainst the kitchen window. The catsstretch into the morning. Outside,the dogs waitfor another dayto begin. For just a few minutes, before little feet,before bottles,before laughter,before cries, the worldbelongsonly to me. It’s quiet enoughto hearmy own heartbeat. Quiet enoughto remember that peacedoesn’t have to last forever to still matter.

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