...And It Was Awesome
The rays of light crept through the blinds.
Each ray travelled a seperate path.
One particular ray came my way.
It peeked under the blanket.
It took me into a warm embrace of hugs and kisses.
My eyes opened to greet the love.
I woke up this morning, and it was awesome.
I slowly closed the front door, making sure not to slam it.
I headed towards the bus stop a mile down the road.
The sky was blue and the grass was green.
Birds were chirping and trees were rustling.
I heard the noise, and it was awesome.
I sat down to eat lunch with my friends.
Chicken nuggets, peas, french fries, and strawberries.
It was sweet and sour, cool and refreshing.
I tasted what the world had to offer, and it was awesome.
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