Catherine...with a C.

I looked out my window admiring the trees and the many different coloured birds that flew by, taking in the fresh scent of the morning.

I leaned into the window, with my cup in my hand and my brush in my mouth, desperately longing to be away from here.

Away from my excuse of a life.

Lady Margherita had warned me about brushing by the window but I guess it's already a habit.

Bad habits die hard.

The sunrise was beautiful and electrifying, succulent with hope.

It was a good thing.

And I deserved a good thing.

I deserved good things.