I woke up to the feeling of my feet touching the baseboard
A feeling that I'd often ignored.
But this time it felt different.
I strode over to my closet grabbing my favorite shirt.
Upon pulling it over my head I began to feel discomfort.
Something felt different.
I shrugged it off and made my way to the mirror.
Where I noticed my skin had looked just a bit clearer.
It all felt different.
As I made my morning commute to the kitchen for a meal,
I had a taste for coffee over my usual sugary cereal.
I was greeted by a smile and open arms "Happy Birthday! How does it feel to be the big 17?"
I grinned, "diffrent."