you've said everything right, now it's my turn.
the most awesomest dreams rarely happen to me, but this morning i really did not want to pull myself awake from it. but i knew i had to get my bottom to subway a tad bit earlier than usual travelling through a less convenient route. this, a slight upgrade, to save myself from another consecutive sausage mcmuffin or mcgriddles grease on my way to work. and so i rose to greet a beautiful sunny morning only to find myself allergic to it, even bundled in my new part-wool sweater and reintroduction of the winter scarf. "how are you today?" i'm well. sniffly but well. tired but well. sometimes my-life-has-no-meaning but well. well enough to grin my way through my order of the 6 inch cold-cut-trio, the opening of regular mails, and morning phone calls. i feel a little different. almost. new, with an extra skip in my step. clearly, still bathing in the warm and fuzzies of the dream that inspired my mood.
i wish every day could begin and end this way.
i wish every day could begin and end this way.