Some mornings are better than others
Some mornings hang suspended with nostalgia, longing, and remembrance
These mornings are spent in kitchens cooking giant ridiculous breakfasts for the lover that lays asleep in your bed
These mornings you are pulled back into bed with kisses and hugs from that beautiful person in your room, their joy rippling through the house

These mornings are spent with friends crashed on your couch, laughter filling the early morning cold with it's warmth
In these mornings with friends, a secret language of shorthand is spoken as laughter halts sentences a word or two in
In these mornings, being human being feels like all we need to be