Summer’s hot nights and cool mornings always make my head hurt. She plays with you lightly and laughs at you when your world starts to get dizzy and heavy. Dear Summer, you are just like me, playful and always looking for something to make fun of.
I woke up early because of a bad dream. I’ve always had them since I was little. That pretty much reflects how much my subconscious backstabs me. Apart from the bad dream, it was a typical Summer morning: cool air, warm bed, soft sunshine.
It is still early and another session of sleep is very much possible but I opt not to. I do not want to wake up at midday when the sun is already intense and the soft cold becomes a disgusting mix of sweat and scorchy hot air. I am still a little lazy to get up and take a bath so I opened my reliable laptop and decided to make my first entry despite the several drafts I planned to post here weeks ago. There are just those moments when you know it has to be done now or it will have to go unnoticed for the rest of time. So, I made a little message and sent it to him:
“Everyday I see you in the morning, I appreciate you more and more. Clean shirt, smooth jeans, invigorating smell. You are my fresh early morning. It feels wonderful waking up.”
It really does.
