Mindful

It’s 8:00.

I turn off the TV,  I turn on the light.

The house creaks,

The keyboard clicks

The dog whines and shifts.

I breathe.

Turquoise shoelaces.

White threads in my jeans.

An empty water glass.

Dinner dishes.

I breathe.

My watchband presses into my wrist.

Too much food presses into my stomach.

My eyes burn.

My head tilts back.

I breathe.

It’s 8:07.

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