It's morning.

I knew a girl with green eyes once. She worked at a coffee shop all day long. After work, she'd come visit me at home. She'd lay in my bed, exhausted from work, and we'd just talk and take photos of each other. And when she'd leave, she'd leave my bed sheets smelling of delicious coffee. I really miss that.

If every morning began like this then I'd probably be one of the happiest persons I know.