As the sun filtered through my eyelids the next morning, I arose with a smile on my face. Glancing at the book on my bedside table, I shook my head and prepared for the day.
I stopped pulling my shirt on over my head as I saw the small flower box in my little window. Giving it a little smile, I knew what I would be doing that day.
I wiped the beads of sweat from my brow, finished restoring the apartment's roof garden. I grinned at my work, realizing the sun was just about to reach its peak. Hopping down the stairs, I contemplated going back to the café.
About to get into the shower, I stopped at the sight of the sad little flower box. I gave it a faint smile before giving the sprouts a drink of water. I sighed happily as the steamy jets of water pounded on my back, instantly erasing all signs of sweat and dirt.
For the first time I can remember, I sang my heart out in the shower. I didn't care about the bill, the moment was all that matters. Without a care in the world, I carried on with this glorious day.
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The Journeys of a Lost Soul
RomanceThe journeys of a lost soul through time and space. As it tries to move on to Higher, will it find its purpose in the bodies of others who wish to be fixed?
