The Creaking Floorboards

Daily Meditation 795 – 5/3/2024

Your eyes pop open. It’s jet black and as quiet as a crypt. Your eyes gradually adjust. There is a silhouette of leafy branches swaying against the far wall and the crook of the ceiling in an ombre buttertone from the streetlight on the opposite corner. The only sound is the soft, slightly nasally breathing of your spouse next to you. “Boy, I feel wide awake,” your inner voice mumbles…