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     Sunlight filtered in through the sheer curtains, highlighting the fine bits of dust floating in the air. I crinkled my nose as the light gradually moved onto the spot on my pillow where my head lay. Letting out a muffled groan, I turned my head out of the sun's rays in attempt to fall back asleep. 

   Too late, I thought dejectedly as the sun's beams continued to assault my senses. Instead of creeping back towards the soft embrace of sleep, I flicked my eyes open. 

    The room was lit with a soft golden glow, the sunlight chasing away any lingering cold from the crisp night. My pile of unfolded laundry still laid in a basket in the corner, and I made a mental note to fold it all later. I laid on my back for a moment, staring up at the ceiling. Feeling myself growing uncomfortably warm, I sighed and tossed the covers off my body. 

    Sitting up, I leaned back on my hands and listened to the quiet echoing throughout the house. I could hear sounds of the world waking up outside; children calling their goodbyes to their parents as they left their houses to go play with their friends, lawnmowers revving to a start, music faintly playing from open windows. I embraced the sounds of life around me, basking in it before bringing my attention back to the empty house surrounding me.

    Peace, I thought to myself. Finally.

     Humming softly under my breath, I made my way through my morning routine. Steaming coffee in hand, I stepped out into the warm sunlight that flooded my front porch. I took a seat on the cheap camping chair I had found in the back shed, hearing the poorly-made fabric groan underneath my weight. 

     I tucked my feet underneath me, leaning back into the ancient seat as I stirred my coffee. My cold hands soaked in the heat radiating from the mug as the spoon clinked against the forest green glass, a humorous photo of Danny Devito's face printed on the side.

     Sighing gently, I watched the world passing by. In that moment, I knew without a doubt that something bad was going to happen.

   No matter how far I run, I can never seem to outrun the trouble that follows my every breath.

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