In Fresh I Trust.
It’s Gorgeous. It’s 7:16am

To wake up from a long awaited sleep. Almost in a panic. However feel that cool breeze seep in from the window. The fan is also blowing. I hear it spin as I hear ignitions start. Watch that morning glow through the curtains. The street lights dim, about to go off. What makes morning like this so awesome? She’s laying down next to me. Curled up in the covers she’s stolen from me. She has my heart. I spoon her just right so I can borrow that piece of my heart that allows me just enough peace… To fall back asleep.