...like someone would hold a crying child.
And soon everybody will ask
What became of you?
'Cause your heart was dying fast
And you didn't know what to do.
I like days when I wake up early and lie for a while under my blankets... thinking thoughts and watching the light shining through my windows get brighter and brighter. Tiptoeing down my stairs, not quite awake, whispering good morning to my mom and my brother. Pouring a glass of orange juice and sipping it slowly while sitting softly on my favorite chair that is covered in fabric that looks like a world map. Reading a good book and being frustrated that I forgot my slippers upstairs. Baking cookies. Singing songs. Telling them, "I love you," and meaning it with everything I have.
...sometimes I get nostalgic and sentimental.
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