I was awake before the light.
Not because I had to be - but because the body knows when something is about to shift.
The house was still. That particular kind of still that only exists before departure. Coffee hadn’t been poured yet. Fire hadn’t been stirred. The world hadn’t decided what kind of day it would be.
Outside, the frost had claimed everything - fence lines, fields, the hood of the truck. Even the sky looked held back, like it was waiting to see if I’d change my mind…
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