I could for one moment put myself in her shoes. 

Be the soft sweet pillow that she was. 

Lie silent and dream of sweet nothings. 

I would wake in the morning to the fresh pressing that I’ve prepared yesterday. 

Make perfect toast 

Sunny side with crushed salt and perky pepper. 

Her children will rise and greet her and her husband adore her. 

Her hair perfectly obedient and the mornings were always right. 

Such a lovely dream.

 Image via http://peacelovepaleo.net/2012/02/24/good-morning/


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