The Simple Life

by biancaa   Dec 28, 2011


Your eyes open slowly, the light hits you hard. You blink a couple times and realize, you're in your childhood bed.

You swing your legs out from under your warm cozy blanket and find the cold hard floor. Rubbing your eyes, you manage to push yourself up onto your feet.

There's something wonderful about the simplicity of it all. Not a worry in sight, or a head full of thoughts. Just the warm sun, your little bed, and how much you wish you were still there.

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