A warm cup foaming in your hands Baked croissants sitting on a pan A boothed chair stained red And a book you haven’t yet read

The sun shining bright through the window People shouting ‘good day’ Oh, what a wonderful morning Down on Bec Way

waking up at half past twelve

gentle sunlight seeping through the window blinds

birds chirping

tree branches waving hellow

no screaming from children

or being yelled at by adults

a pile of books in one corner

and a secret stash of candy in the other

an autumn-themed outfit

a long orange skirt

welcomed with music

coming from the alexa

this

is my perfect start

𝘼𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙍𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙫𝙞𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙄𝙩𝙨 4:45𝘼.𝙈 𝖨𝗇 𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝖬𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆𝗌

𝖨 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖯𝖺𝖽𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖨 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗉 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖡𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖯𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒

𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗌 𝖮𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖨 𝗀𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗎𝗉𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗌 [𝖳𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝟧:𝟢𝟣𝖺𝗆]

𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗉 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝖺 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌 [𝟧:𝟦𝟧𝖺𝗆]

𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗒 [𝖳𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝟨:𝟥𝟢.] 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖨 𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗍[𝟩:𝟤𝟢]

𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗈𝗎𝗍 (𝟣𝟢-𝟣𝟧𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗌)

𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗆𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆

𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒 (𝖶𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖲𝖾𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌)

I get up n’ roll over. 12 PM? Damn.

Run a hand through my long hair. Throw blankets over the messy bed. Rub my eyes and step over the body on the floor.

What? Haha, oops. Secrets, funny.

Pick the blade up- No face on the victim. Stabbed 104 times.

Lick the blade, smile. Blood sticky like honey. And sweet like candy.

Drag ‘em to the closet, shut the door. I’ll wash my hands and fix my makeup.

I’ll finish up the job, but… Work awaits for now.

Perfect day if only it would come If only i could jump out of bed with a smile on my face Trampling down stairs don’t mind being called an elephant Laughing as my sister is too Not a second look at scissors as I walked out the door And I’d believe in a future enough to study And when i play music I could sing along loudly And tonight i have enough energy to get ready for bed and have nothing that needs to be done to magically fix things Because OCD doesn’t exist in this world And then i fall asleep because that would be amazing But that’s made up trash So ill just go with the easier wish, thought, aspiration If only I wasn’t me.

This morning my alarm didn’t go off to wake me I really hate that useless thing The rest of the morning didn’t get better either Then I heard my phone start to ring And just as I thought I’d go insane It was you calling me just because I didn’t want to come off as the type to complain So I said “I’m doing well”, then I was

The perfect way to start the day First sleep in until about midday Then lay in bed until you’re ready to rise Trust me you’ll thank me for it and say I’m wise Make yourself the most delicious meal And then we can start to greet the day with a deal You’ll agree that you will make it the best day yet Everything will be perfect, until you get upset No worries, for tomorrow is another day And this time it will be perfect in every way

Summer Breakfast in bed Nothing to worry about Just relaxing and living life Summer

I sweet apple scent The candle floods the room Warmth from the heaters The room breathes

The sweet whisper of jazz The needle weaving through the grooves of the record Occasional crackles add to the ambiance I close my eyes and enjoy

No alarm clocks Just my natural alarm Laying on my bed Lazing and calm

Late breakfast But abundant one So many flavours Having such fun

A day for myself No tasks, just my stuff Forgetting all outside Even that life is tough.

No schedules No checking the time Who cares when things happen? I surely don't give a dime.

Freedom No deadlines to meet Whatever is, is Days like these are so sweet.

(Admittedly not inspired nor inspiring...)