Things I write about and practice stories

peace

Tossing and turning  , slowly  awakening in the early hours of the morning , to be welcomed to the new day by the sun peaking into your once dark room and gently kissing your pale cheeks and bringing the life and heat back to your cold , bleek  exterior. You inhale a deep breath of the fresh morning air that has snuck into your now pastel orange room. You smile when you smell the faint scent of vanilla remembering how you set your coffee machine to create a vanilla ,milk and cream coffee , you imagine the sweet , thick almost milkshake typed drink engulfing your tastebuds.
Turning in excitement to start the new day inhaling the fresh linen scent , sitting and pulling the duvet off ,exposing your skin to the air that is seaping through the adjacent window . Sitting on the edge of the bed staring out of the large window admiring how the Sun peaks over the humungous maple and Seder trees and illuminates the rose and daisy garden along the side of the trees . Standing up and grabbing a thin summer robe and eagerly walking out of your room to get to the clear glass doors that connect the house to the garden but before leaving to take in the new morning you swing by the kitchen to grab your morning cup of wake up then carefully strolling to the doors not wanting to mess the vanilla concoction onto the pearl white floors you stop infront of the door before exposing yourself to such a serene and beautiful image. You step outside and let your bare feet stand on the dewy grass and take a deep breath of the crisp fresh air , listening to the song of the birds and the chitter chatter of the squirrels , you then notice that you have been smiling the whole time and not once complained or felt dread for the following day to approach all you did was smile and appreciate what you have to look forward to , so you stand there drinking your sweet cup of wake up and listen and watch the animals while you are at peace with yourself