There’s a magic moment—quiet, fleeting—that happens between the instant your eyes first flutter open and the moment your brain realizes you’re awake.

Most of us miss it.

It feels like dreaming, but softer. Slower.

It’s that gentle drift from unconsciousness to consciousness…

before your body reminds you of gravity, responsibilities, or just how good the blankets feel.

Before your thoughts start sprinting.

Before the world barges in.

And in that moment…

Ah, hell who am I kidding.

We all smash the snooze button like it owes us money and roll right back into our half-crumpled pillow fort, pretending we’ve got five more minutes of peace.

Then sometime later, we slink out of bed like zombies who’ve misplaced their dignity—muttering something about “just needing coffee” and questioning every life decision that led us to this exact moment in sweatpants and regret.

But then—

then comes the first sip.

That first glorious hit of brown bean juice.

And for a fleeting second, the clouds part, the birds sing, and the fog lifts just enough for us to remember our names.

And that, my friends…

is when the day truly begins.

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