Bookmark #85

One morning, I woke up. I woke up only to look out the window at the sky which had not felt bright in a long while. I woke up to a kiss—an honest one. I opened my eyes but I decided to not get up immediately. Not out of laziness, no. On the contrary, I wanted to savour how peachy I felt, how inspired I was, and how happy I knew I could be now that I had felt it so clearly. One morning, I woke up to a sky that felt brighter and bluer than any I had seen before in my life. One morning, I woke up happy.