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MOST MORNINGS

I wake up happy most mornings.

The sun streams in through the window, it catches the dust in the air just right so the sun beams dance with magic. The birds are chirping, I can hear the kids’ feet stomping around on the other side of our bedroom door. I stretch. And yawn. Absentmindedly my hand reaches out for my wife. I roll over and lean into her warm, soft, body. She’s fast asleep, her breathing soft and deep. My body just sinks into hers, I begin to want her and in that very moment I am reminded that I am trans. That my body doesn’t have the pieces my mind believes it does, or at the very least should have.

This is the first moment of most days that I remember I’m trans.

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