The morning is still young. The town is still waking up and the sun is still struggling to break through. I tread down gingerly from the bedroom upstairs, my feet a little heavy, my body tight and inflexible.
I savor the morning cup of lemon and honey mixed with hot water that I have come to enjoy. I scour the headlines in the newspaper; the same ones that I heard on the TV news last night. Outside, the sun seems to have won its battle and has broken through. I can hear the kid next door getting ready for school. I put on my tracks and head out to the gym.
I pull into the parking lot and head for the door. Just then I notice an attractive woman stepping out. Her figure is arresting, her dress breathtaking. She is a picture of beauty and a breath of fresh air to the otherwise sleepy facade. I bound to the door of the gym. The last remnants of sleep are long gone. I am ready for the day ahead.
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