a girl can imagine, can't she?
take me away, far away... to someplace unknown...
sunlight seeps through the gaps in the blinds covering the window
they hit an outspread hand
lifeless the hand seems
warm the room feels
the ticking of the clock goes
quiet the room almost is
the fan on ceiling softly spins
a melody plays, muffled by the closed door
seems like the notes are coming from another room
the comforter sheets shift and make minimal noise as the body in the bed moves,
readjusting for a better comfortable sleeping position
quiet the room goes again
as seconds and minutes tick by
the sunlight into the room changes angles, steeper
footsteps pat down the hallway outside the room
and another kind of steps follows, going pitter, patter
a creak of the door, barely there because of well-oiled hinges from frequent usage
a quicken of run and something lands on the bed
pressure on the body from above the comforter, with an odd wetness sensation licking the lips
wake is stirring in the body and panting is heard in front of the face
eyes flutter open and a hug around the dog's neck is made
a chuckle is released from the person standing by the doorway
even through blurred vision, without glasses, the person is known to be who
Yoochun
and there is Harang seeking for attention
what a nice morning to wake up to
no matter the place, home is warm and relaxing, safe
Seoul, Tokyo, Los Angeles, anywhere love exist
sunlight seeps through the gaps in the blinds covering the window
they hit an outspread hand
lifeless the hand seems
warm the room feels
the ticking of the clock goes
quiet the room almost is
the fan on ceiling softly spins
a melody plays, muffled by the closed door
seems like the notes are coming from another room
the comforter sheets shift and make minimal noise as the body in the bed moves,
readjusting for a better comfortable sleeping position
quiet the room goes again
as seconds and minutes tick by
the sunlight into the room changes angles, steeper
footsteps pat down the hallway outside the room
and another kind of steps follows, going pitter, patter
a creak of the door, barely there because of well-oiled hinges from frequent usage
a quicken of run and something lands on the bed
pressure on the body from above the comforter, with an odd wetness sensation licking the lips
wake is stirring in the body and panting is heard in front of the face
eyes flutter open and a hug around the dog's neck is made
a chuckle is released from the person standing by the doorway
even through blurred vision, without glasses, the person is known to be who
Yoochun
and there is Harang seeking for attention
what a nice morning to wake up to
no matter the place, home is warm and relaxing, safe
Seoul, Tokyo, Los Angeles, anywhere love exist