A Passage of Time

With the coming and going of each day, a sense of routine has formed that I have come to rely on with comfortable familiarity. My day begins with a relaxing shower, followed by a restricted amount of time to both physically and mentally prepare myself to face the world. Breakfast with my family comes next. After I've fed my body, I subsequently must feed my spirit also. A good dose of seminary is just the thing, and I am off to school. Seconds, minutes, hours in different class rooms pass until the buzzing of the re leaser is heard. Now, it is time to put my emotions/feelings to movements and music: dance practice. Here, I leave behind all my worries and fears as the steady hum of music compels my body to move with it, beating down my defenses until I must physically pacify the desire. After this, I return to my haven; a place I call home, where the world is blocked out and I am surrounded with constant affirmations of love by those who know me best. Upon arrival, I am greeted with a nutritious meal, handmade and emitting smells that would make even a vampire crave food. At last, I return to my bed, where I rest and prepare myself for the next day of my habitual existence.