“good mornin’ sunshine”
My dearly departed pop used to say that to me. I was always the last moss out of bed. Roused too early. Still filled with sleep. Disheveled. Dazed.
He whispered it to me this morning, but I was already fully awake.
It’s the weekend. I shouldn’t be THIS excited about it, but I am. I really really am.
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