Morning

How was your morning, he asked.

Perfect, I replied.

Tell me everything, he said.

Too lazy, I replied.

But I woke I played I slept I dreamed I touched I smiled I played I dreamed I dozed I lazed I played I slept I felt I touched I came I dreamed I loved it.

Sounds perfect, he said.

It was, I replied.

And went back to sleep.

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