The sky through my window is blue. The bright, morning sunshine peeks through the leaves of the tree stationed like a benevolent guard just outside. It fills my room with happy morning light that makes my still sleep-heavy eyes squint in protest.
The sky through my window is blue. The bright, morning sunshine peeks through the leaves of the tree stationed like a benevolent guard just outside. It fills my room with happy morning light that makes my still sleep-heavy eyes squint in protest.