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.
