The Morning Messiah
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The Morning Messiah

By Ashik



Ceiling fans, waving curtains and leaky faucets. Diffused light scattered throughout the room. Dusty windows. Roommate’s brutal snores. With eyes opened, he lies recovering from the aftermath of the dream he can’t recall. As his soul crawls towards the coffee mug, his hands were busy scrolling the gram feed. He claims victory when he finally finishes the coffee. Black, strong, no sugar. He listens to songs on shuffle and hops on to a song’s vibe for the day. Peppy, hip, sad, rock, folk. The healing begins. The unwinding begins. Thoughts, clutter, coffee. All unresolved issues, goals, obstacles, procrastination and insecurities seem like a piece of cake. A cake that walks by itself to be consumed. Yum. God is here. Jumping jacks, pushups, crunches. He is going to rule this day. Hopefully he does.


By Ashik



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