Twenty-Two

The morning was beautiful, as always the first thing I do when I wake is grateful for the new life granted. I rolled over the bed and took a deep breath as I listened to the birds chirping in the backyard. I heard people talking, probably Heather and Sophia or maybe Jessica on a long phone call through the open window in the distance. The smell of croissants baking in the kitchen. I sat up and let my feet touch the cold tiles. I was alive and well, I had a shot, and is what I always wanted to be. I felt so grateful for each and everything little thing.

I took a warm shower, feeling the warmth of the water on my skin. And yes, I did jazz a little to some Beyonce songs while in the shower just feeling like I was a teen again.