Saturday Morning

“Begin each day with a grateful heart.”

Cat sleeping on top of a pile of rugs
You opened the door. The sun is rising. It’s almost 6 AM. Your eyes were gritty. You’re halfway through your shift. You’re tired. You started to complain about having to work in graveyard for too long now. Your eyes strayed down, to the creature who’s sleeping. Who curled his body to preserve the heat. Lying on the cement on top of a pile of rugs.

And you said to yourself, “I am blessed”.
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