Poetry

Rainy Morning

The little blissful things…


I woke up from a dream.
I don’t remember what it was.
My eyes shot open, thinking I had to get up for work.

Damn…

And quickly a realization came.
I don’t have to go to work today.

And what’s that?

It’s a little gloomier outside than usual.

It’s raining…

A blissful feeling so rare came over me.
I don’t remember the last time I felt this way.
So warm and cosy under the blanket.
I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep.

It’s the little things…

Things like these are where bliss hides.
Where happiness lies.

Never too far away.

Inside.

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