Good Mornings

Good Morning Darlings,

The land is coated in its tongues of orange and pinks of morning and the cloak of night slides toward another nation. I have asked my Dears, if they are awake, to identify their Good Mornings. Sound off, My Lovelies:


Work and my plants are growing and the T came back from her vacation and sent us an e-mail and we didn't even ask her to!
Morning tea and its contemplation.
i made eggs
You, My Dearlings, are my Good Mornings.

I forgot to write mine after Genesis asked. So much for letting the others go first. My good morning is snuggling with the cats after the alarm clock went off since they usually run and hide when it does that.

What a sweet post

*trigger?*
My good morning was waking up and finding myself still integrated
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