As I roll over in bed the sun shining through my almost opaque curtains wakes me up
Its not yet quarter to eight but I slide my feet into the slippers who are paitently awaiting my company
The morning due is still covering the grass as the mail man caually glides up our front steps
I can smell the pancakes being cooked from rooms away, the aroma making my stomach growl
As I pass from room to room I can't help but look at the same dresser, the same picture frame and the same rocking chair that I do every other morning.
But today, today is different
Today I linger in our family room a minute longer taking notice to the metals hanging on our walls
I glance at the lamp and wonder where it came from.
The room seems so foreign yet I walk through it every day
The house Ive lived in for nine years suddenly feels unfamiliar.
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