Morning Conversations

She wakes up tired. There’s no bounce in her body and a slightly gritty film covers her eyeballs. She folds her right knee back and forth a bit at a time trying to work the achy stiffness out of it.

What did I do in my sleep last night?

She closes her eyes and listens to the morning conversations of the neighbourhood birds. Their chirps and whistles wash away the heaviness that had started to settle within her.

At least someone’s got some energy today, she smiles.

There’s no bounce in her body and a slightly gritty film covers her eyeballs.

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Thanks for the photo Magda Ehlers from Pexels

Published by Melinda

Melinda writes short stories to explore her obsession with the shades of grey and contradictions of being human.

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