Good Morning

In a roomful of pitch-blackness, I tucked myself under the blanket while trying to bath the bed lamp’s yellowish warmth and indulge in its moments of tranquility--just so I could lose myself in this book of yours in my hand.

(Bed&Book, instead of Bed&Breakfast)

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Somehow it didn’t feel as cold as it should be, probably because I packed and carried a piece of your prized possession along with lots and lots of memories of you + me.

A morning in the world of my own, with your voices in my head, and with this all-time-favourite book of yours—one of a few that you handed me without me even asking—one that you specifically insisted me on reading.

Ahhh, Sharing is Caring, perhaps.