Once Forgotten is Remembered
Morning. What do mornings consist of? Bright light. . .too bright for the eye to really see, and yet it's there. . .peeking through the windows, calling upon the dawn. What else? Oh yeah, breakfast. Breakfast. . .the savory aromas filling the room. . .tingling the senses, making everyone alive just to eat. Anything else I'm missing? Oh yes, how could I forget the most important thing? Him. Just waking up in the morning and seeing him sleeping peacefully completes the day, completes me. Without him, mornings wouldn't be as wonderful. But then again, life wouldn't be either. Who knew there was a time I would wake up. . .only to be greeted by an empty space? Who knew that the very same person who fills my life was once the one who sought to destroy it? Whoever knew. . .
Morning. What do mornings consist of? Bright light. . .too bright for the eye to really see, and yet it's there. . .peeking through the windows, calling upon the dawn. What else? Oh yeah, breakfast. Breakfast. . .the savory aromas filling the room. . .tingling the senses, making everyone alive just to eat. Anything else I'm missing? Oh yes, how could I forget the most important thing? Him. Just waking up in the morning and seeing him sleeping peacefully completes the day, completes me. Without him, mornings wouldn't be as wonderful. But then again, life wouldn't be either. Who knew there was a time I would wake up. . .only to be greeted by an empty space? Who knew that the very same person who fills my life was once the one who sought to destroy it? Whoever knew. . .