19 April 2012
The alarm screams out her waking tones, "get out of bed you sleepy head" and then I rise my resting slumber. All bright eyed and bushy tailed, I smile as I write that.
Then to my mug of coffee, isn't it funny how that first cup taste so good. I sit to enjoy that few minutes of carm, while all is peaceful and still.
Birds cheerfully chirping to each-other outside my window. The morning sky is littered with dark clouds that seem like they're fit to burst holding millions of tiny raindrops. The sun is hidden from sight, but hopefully trying to push her way around these bully's of the sky. Her warming rays her smiling face, I hope to see her today.
Morning • Opuss № I