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The Weight of Morning Noise

Outside, morning spills like mercy—

light unasked, birds speaking in threads of air,

my cat translating them through the glass.

Inside, everything is heavier.

Coffee rises like an offering that can’t quite cleanse the room,

voices already too loud for the hour.

Sight calls it beautiful.

Sound calls it strain.

My body answers before I do—

already tired of becoming the day.

And maybe mornings are only this:

many worlds layered in the same breath,

DAILY PROMPT #1

My favorite foods and drinks are...

My favorite foods and drinks are honestly pretty simple, especially because I have GERD and have to be careful about what I eat. Recently, I started taking the probiotic and digestive enzymes from Physicians Choice, and they seem to be helping some with my acid reflux symptoms. I still have trigger foods that can bother me, though, especially spaghetti and foods with a lot of sauce or acidity.

Even with that, some of my favorite things are coffee, peanut butter, bread, jelly, and ramen. Coffee is one of my favorite drinks even though I have to be careful with it sometimes. Peanut butter is something I love because it is versatile and can be used in smoothies or for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Bread is another favorite because it can be used for sandwiches, toast, or just paired with different meals. Ramen is one of my favorite comfort foods because it is quick, easy, and warm.

Once, there was nothing. No light. No sound. No shape. Just endless, silent void.

Then a spark of emotion stirred. Color bled into the emptiness—soft golds, bruised purples, fiery reds. Sound bloomed: laughter, cries, whispers. From love came cities, delicate towers of glass, forests of hope. From anger, storms and jagged mountains tore the sky. Fear twisted fog into labyrinths, sorrow carved rivers that glowed with memory.

Everything was alive. Every heartbeat shaped the land. Every feeling carved creatures, skies, rivers, and stars. Joy built, hatred destroyed—creation and destruction danced together, impossible to separate.

Factions tried to control it, to cage it, to measure it. But emotions cannot be contained. Even the kindest hearts harbor anger. Even the cruelest, love.