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 felt-


I was greeted by a smile and open arms "Happy Birthday! How does it feel to be the big 17?"

I grinned, "diffrent.


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