Sunlight sneaks through blinds, painting stripes on coffee mugs. Yesterday's newspaper crinkles underfoot, whispering forgotten headlines. Cats nap, unbothered, atop warm routers.
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Sliced bread's crinkle echoes kitchen silence, while buttery knife glides past breakfast's fleeting peace, signaling morning's quiet transformation.
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Morning rain taps windows; commuters dodge puddles. Coffee steam swirls upward, mingling with the aroma of wet pavement. Unexpected serenity amidst urban chaos.
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