I lay awake but with my eyes closed. The bed was warm and comfortable. I slowly opened my eyes and regarded the enormous ancient beams crossing the ceiling above. Now backed by a modern, proper ceiling, I wondered for how many tens or hundreds of years those same beams had been covered by thatch. I closed my eyes and sought a bit more sleep but it would not come. The morning light from the open window below the sleeping loft began to light the room. I rested for a moment, then tossed aside the comforter and swung my legs from the bed. I arose, walked toward the spiral staircase and began to cautiously make my way down the uneven steps. At the lower living level I walked to the open window and stood full exposed to the cool morning air. It was refreshing and invigorating. I dallied, enjoying the early morning sun crossing the meadow below covered by a glistening dew. Beyond, a light morning haze floated above the plowed fields, giving them a mystical aura. It was such a lovely sight. I thought for a time about the day to come in this new place. A soft smile crossed my face and I turned to take my coffee.
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