Don’t you love that occasional Sunday afternoon feeling when, lying in the swathes of your bedclothes, you shift around a bit and suddenly find your bones and joints all easing into this achingly perfect harmony and, for an epiphanous second, you realize that there’s nothing in this world you could ever ask for more than to just drowse here with deep blissful abandon, half-listening to the patter of rain on your windowsill, breathing steadily in unison with the heavy air around you? To completely submit yourself to the eloquence of that physical sensation. It always seems, at these moments, like I’ve miraculously unlocked the secret of true happiness, and it occurs to me how goddamned easy life is after all. Just for a second or two.
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