I love waking up to the sound of silence in the morning.
I love opening my eyes, tired and fresh combine, but the mind blank, thinking nothing.
I love looking at the fan, and smile at the wall.
I love my morning laziness, demanding time for more peaceful sleep.
I love the time I lay on bed, do nothing.
I love the feeling of my muscle stretching, leg up and down, turn left and right.
I love the chance of being alive for another day.
I love the thought of possibilities.
I love breathing the smell of fresh air.
I love the image of myself reflected in the mirror.
I love hearing the sound of my voice.
I love every inch of myself.
And I love everything that was there in my life.
Nothing beats a little sense of gratitude, being thankful for even the tiniest thought that we have.
To loved and be loved.