When she wakes up in the morning, it looks like the room has no shadows, nothing whispers… I can hear nothing but the sound of her being simultaneously coexisting with the whole bunch of my feelings.
When she wakes up in the morning, I acknowledge to God and all the mighty powers the well-deserved rights and my obligations to serve them to the end of my life – for this morning is a precious opportunity.
I have her here, right beside my undulating siluhuete! I have her here, but no words I can articulate! Just keep an eye on her breathing, on her freshly being here with me – throughout the whole morning continuity.
To the lost and stolen souls!