It has become her habit to wake up at 5, tiptoe into the kitchen, and ~~drink~~ sip hot water slowly as she lets her thoughts wander to the great possibilities the new day holds, at times drifting on how the previous day went. Except for the birds chirping nearby, the neighborhood is mostly still and quiet; everyone, including her husband and the four-legged baby, is still deep in their snooze.

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~~She imagines~~ She sees herself going about her day the way she likes—building, crafting, eating, teasing, laughing, playing, creating memories. She smiles. She feels blissful. With her cup in hand, she walks into the living room and goes in front of the mirror. She gazes at the reflection. It's still her, and she loves all she sees, flaws and all. As she finishes her cup, her four-legged baby comes out of the bedroom, stretches, yawns, and runs to her. She says, "Good morning," and the little one wags his tail. She scoots to his level, crouching down. He quickly stands on his hind legs and kisses her. She hugs him, playfully caresses his head, and gives him lots of smooches. The baby groans happily. They cuddle. "Aah, what a lovely day, thank you," she mutters. By half past 6 am, the husband wakes up. He walks straight to her, says hello, gently brushes her lips and her forehead, then envelops her and the baby in his arms. The LilGuy's tail wags, as if to say, "That is enough." So he loosens the hug and gives him attention. "Good morning, Yongi!" as he gently strokes the baby's head, tussling his hair. What's for breakfast?" he asks afterwards. "Me," she teases. They laugh heartily. Their laughter echoes in the neighborhood. She sees a wonderful day, and so it is!

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