The morning song

Isn’t a Sunday morning priceless? I would not give up anything for a Sunday morning. On a Sunday morning, you force your brain to forget the hell that is to come in the following days, and instead make it think about happy things, like flowers and friends. On a Sunday morning, your body doesn’t feel pain, because it’s numb from all the beating it has taken during the rest of the week. Sunday morning is the butterflie’s day. After I wake up from bed, I sit alone and think, not about tomorrow, but about now.

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