When not at home the mornings can escape you, but then theres times like this when its soft and quiet. 3 am and the moments are ticking by so slowly yet so fast, as if time wants to stop yet can't bring it's self too. The bubbles from the fish tank and the two dogs spread out snoring, sounds so far from my peaceful mornings at home, yet this place is also home.
The clock on the VCR content to tell the time in its soft blue glow, the lamp over head warm but bright for the time. A place so calm in its serenity yet almost holding a sense of melancholy. This place so calm in the night yet so aloud and alive during the day. This is the place I've come to call home so fondly.
Maybe it is not as nice as it could be but to me it is full of love and joy and so much more that I've never fully experienced. When not at home mornings can escape you, and even here at a home so dear mornings are so easy to forget and sleep through.
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Approach of the Dawn -
RandomAlittle something to keep me writing everyday, Oneshots, short stories and even just little things thrown together.
