I would wake up and feel the sun shining even if it was a gray day.
I would think about myself first and be able to slip out of bed without a single worried thought. I would be able to give freely but more importantly I would be able to receive care and love without rejecting it or viewing it suspiciously.

I would think about T as a loving guide; know he cares about me and be satisfied with that.

I would not think of any of my parts as horrid and I would be able to treat myself with the same gentleness that T does.

Sigh.