I love mornings
so much more now.
When the alarm clock
threw me out of bed
at 6 am,
I resented the darkness
outside my window.
It always took me
twenty minutes
to remember
how good it is to feel alive.
Those were long years.
Now, I wake up
when the sun hits our eyes
and I feel him stirring
beside me.
I never have problems
remembering my gratitude.
And I have more
photographs of breakfast
than ever before.
(inspired by 3191. of course.)
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