CHAPTER 117.
The sweet smell of rain after the sun-filled my nose….. as I slowly stretch my hands out…. Before opening my eyes.
I could hear the birds singing from afar, and I knew for sure that they were singing songs of joy to me.
The early risers chirping, morning sunbeams peeking through the clouds, birds about their morning rituals, a gentle cool breeze, golden light everywhere, covering natural and man-made creations, full of beauty and magic, filled the entire room with the promise of a new beginning.
Waking up to a beautiful morning with someone who truly loves you... With a mind to make this an amazing day worth remembering.
I glared at the person sleeping next beside me to get a glance of his beautiful or perhaps the most handsome face on Earth ….but then I found a treasure of my life, his smile.
Morning is the beautiful start of the new beautiful day, and I hope my day starts with how I had always dreamt of it