As I peacefully laid underneath the cool, soft, freshly pressed sheets, I had never felt so at ease. The gentle warmth of the summer sun peered in through the window and danced over my body. I took long, deep breathes, savoring the crisp scent of the dewey morning trees outside.
There was something so beautiful about waking up with no worries, no stress, no unnecesary anxiety.
So far, every morning this summer began with a stream of tears leaving my innocent, chestnut eyes.
But this unusually lovely morning was unlike most.
My head sank further down into the heavenly pillow underneath me.
I felt calm, peaceful. This was the first morning in months I had not woken up to a dull, grey world. The spontaneous rush of happiness within me that morning was like no other. I couldn't remember the last time I saw beauty in the world, all I had been exposed to was darkness. But after that morning, obtaining true happiness was such a elementary concept. Waking up each morning and simply not caring about anything in the outside world brought me serenity. I finally understood how to get by. I wish that simple, yet profound moment in time could have lasted forever. No more pain, no more troubles, no more distress.
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