Thursday, June 11, 2009


It was around six in the morning, not quite time for the alarm to sound to wake me up for the day but I was already awake. The morning storm had me out of bed to close the windows, but not all the way. Just enough to still hear the rain and roar in the early morning sky.

I laid in bed and thought about how wonderful a way it was to wake up. With no one to share it with I felt alone. It was an otherwise, perfect morning.

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