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As the sunbeams. Tickle my eyelids awake. I lie in contented bliss. A look out the window I peep. To see where on the ground the sun does kiss. The breeze blows the trees. Leaves dance under a bush.
Bright, Blinding my sight. This glorious sunlight. So fresh yet still warm. An early morning walk all peaceful and calm. The rolling green fields. The trees waving, acting like dancing shields.
I rest Eyes closed Thoughts adrift Fluttering Floating Flitting In the daze of morning It's warmth lulling.
Dreamlike, the morning comes, I imagine who is awake on those rabbit runs, Light streams through, I feel my warm skin as it gleams, I open my eyes and uncover colour amidst the whitish creams: Pale...
You wake to the sound of your own breathing. It's too early to rise from your bed--so you stare at your ceiling. You're tired still and your heart beats too slow or too fast.