While the world is still asleep, I allow myself to be a little different — gentle, calm, untouched by the rush.
This is my time — a moment when I choose myself, my desires, and my mood before all the noise begins.

☕️ Coffee or tea from a fresh new day… A barely warm drink that gently wraps me from the inside.
Soft rays of sunlight slowly filtering through the curtains, whispering: “You are here and now.”
A light touch on my skin — a cream scented with subtle notes of vanilla or flowers, like a little secret just for me.

These moments are like a flirtation with the morning, where time stretches and I seem to play my own game with it.
I breathe slowly, feel every breath, every touch — and realize it’s not just a ritual.
It’s a way of telling myself: “You matter. You are the best version of yourself.”

And while the world wakes up, I’m already set for my day, full of tenderness and strength at the same time.
Because these slow mornings give me the chance to keep balance between dreams and reality, between striving and acceptance.