Mornings

My mornings begin with beautiful scenery and serenity.

The landscape rises and falls and the way the ink wraps around her small shoulder can hold my gaze like a child holds his brand new puppy.

I look at her closed eyes, eyes rejecting the external, cut it off.

Because inside feels like an afternoon nap on the sunny part of the carpet at the house I grew up in.

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