Lost in the Stars
Chapter 1
My Dear Arlo,
In the rhythm of my ordinary day, time flows like sand slipping through an hourglass. I usually wake up late in the morning—though not too late—within the comforting range of 7 to 8 a.m.
Upon waking, I find myself drifting between the remnants of dreams, sometimes heavy with meaning, other times light and celestial. My day begins with a touch of weightlifting—yes, literally lifting heavy rugs from one room to another. It's a task that seems to brush away the lingering fog of sleep, revitalizing my weary body.
As I gather my strength, I manage to pull myself together, even though my legs feel powerless at first, requiring a few precious moments of rest before they cooperate. Slowly, I collect all the energy within me, channeling it into my hands and legs.
Then, as I step into the day, the warmth of the morning greets me. The sun's light pours into my room, brightening my little world. I offer a silent greeting to Lord Surya, the Sun.
Feeling more at ease, I realize that it's time to adjust to the new day. And so, I begin with the simplest task—heading to the bathroom.
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