I love mornings; It gives me hope for a better memories; Excites me on what's in store for me throughout the entire day; Makes my tummy giddy on what's on the table for breakfast; Waking up with the sun on your face; Chilly shower touching your covering. Messy hair which at all times I yearn that will reside perpetually; Sluggish voice of my love; and what clothes to put on.

Today I woke up asking myself, did I sleep last night Happy? It's kind of massive and heartbreak to think that manner in the morning right?

But the answer is I think I did. I remember all the blissful thoughts that I had in mind and all the lexis I heard before I slept. One way or another, in I don’t know where in the universe, I'm happy.