Morning

As I was awake this morning, awareness seeped like cool dawn light into my thoughts, I knew my schedule was packed with obligations arrayed like immovable sentinels across the day’s stark map. I would be touring the royal circuit, itinerary unrolling like a tightly wound ribbon: from visiting the royal family hospital in the palace to touching base at some important hospitals, stops punctuating like deliberate beats her passage through primary schools, secondary schools, and universities. Also some important offices and so many important places in the Kingdom commit to marching like disciplined footsteps through her day’s crowded architecture. And also select my clothes and shoes for the ceremony, choices lingering like intimate whispers amid the outward pomp, personal preparations nesting like held secrets beneath the public gaze. I am training with Aurora right now, sweat threading like warm silk down my skin, breath syncing with the rhythm of elemental pulses as my connection to