This morning, when I first woke up, just for a second, the world made sense. Clarity and meaning lived in the home that is me. A balance of relaxation, of motivation, of acceptance, moved within in a natural and perfect manner. Just for a second. My eyes flickered open. Across from me, just a few centimetres away, I spot my laptop open halfway through an episode of The Bachelor NZ. A discomfort jumps at me from under the covers and I realise I fell asleep with my bra and tight skivvy on. I raise my head slowly and become instantly aware of the accidental anarchy that is my room and I raise my head slowly and become instantly aware of the accidental anarchy that is my room and judgments flow over me; what kind of human would choose to let sacred sleep happen in such chaos? A pang of hunger floats into my stomach and I visualize my empty pantry. I take a breath and reminisce about that sweet idyllic second I was greeted with. A smile washes over me and I drift back into a peaceful snooze, still smiling at the perfection I can find in my own imperfect self.