The sun peaked through the darkened curtains, kissing gently upon your forehead. The sounds of birds chirping trickled through your senses as the morning dew filled your nostrils with sweetness. There was something, in the trees, in the leaves, in the way the wind blew in this world just for you.
The sun shone, casting its light into the darkness of your room, gentle yet blinding, soft yet strong, and much relentless. As your comfy bed beckons you to stay, you sigh in dismay as your eyes finally open, to a bright and wonderful day.
And what a truly wonderful day it was, you'd think as you stare up at the blue sky, the warmth of the mug of coffee in your hands slowly numbing away as you blew gingerly on the still smoking liquid, before taking a long sip. The bitter yet sweet aftertaste left you with a taste on your tongue, and you could feel your senses slowly coming to themselves as you let out a soft sigh, leaning against the wooden railings and watching as the leaves shuffle in the trees when the winds blew by.
Good Morning, you'd whisper, to no one but yourself.
Good Morning, the world said, smiling as it gazed upon you.