Today, I feel luxurious.

Luxury is the freedom to move my body without pain.
To wake with ease and stretch beneath the soft light of morning.
To savor a bowl of hot oats, then run ten steady kilometers—
breath and earth in rhythm, every step a quiet victory.

Luxury is a two-hour nap with no guilt, no rush.
It is opening my son’s closet, finding tiny jackets that no longer fit,
folding them with care, and passing them on—
clothes with stories, ready for new ones.

Luxury is the stillness of the front porch at dusk,
the hush of the night sky folding over me like a velvet shawl.

It is the comfort of fresh sheets, the scent of clean linen.
The simple joy of hot, sugarless black tea—
anytime, no reason needed.

Luxury is a quiet mind.
The hush between thoughts.
The rare peace of not needing to solve tomorrow.
To rest deeply—
with just the right composition of REM, light, and deep sleep,
my body whispering, *all is well*.

Karin Sabrina