There’s something about the quietness of 7am. The crispness in the air, the slow breathing of my sleeping roommates, the fact that there’s no one surrounding me at starbucks. It’s less busy, less rowdy, and leesss nooiiisssee— just me, my coffee, and my thoughts. It’s nice.
I leave my freak out sessions for 4PM. It’s too early for an anxiety attack.
