My morning:
I take a seat on the marble staircase
and I look up at the blue bright sky.
The chill breeze wraps around me and I close my eyes to think of you.
Of where we used to be.
Birds chirping away, wave-like sounds in the back of my head.
The wind takes me off the ground, and I, I now float on the clouds,
where rushing sounds are unknown. My eyes so tired, they are glued together.
I feel then, a wet spot, a wet spot on my arm.
A black snout, and a wiggling tail of a cute fluff dog with its adorable eyes.
Cutest thing on earth. He, he made my day, and so, I start my day.