Morning of the Gods

Is there anything better than waking up to a sun-filled bedroom after days of rain? No. There is not.

Oh wait, yes there is. The following must also be present for stellar-status to be achieved:

- One extraordinarily comfortable bed with pillows of excellence and a cozy blue blanket for snuggling.
- The coffee pot perking in the next room, promising the first hot cup of the day.
- A small gray dog, snoozy and slow, curled around your feet.
- A laptop, for writing senseless shit like this.
- Silence, excluding the comforting background whoosh of traffic.
- The idea that I don't have to see, or speak to, any human soul for hours and hours.

Bliss, friends. Bliss. If every Saturday morning was something like this, I'd be a better human being. In the meantime, I'll take what I can get.

FOR THE RECORD: I loathe when people post photography, writing, paintings, anything to blogs without crediting the artist. It's pretty much the worst, lowest kind of thievery there is. However, when I found this it was already sans-credit, and it's too adorbs to look away from.

Allow the statement above relieve me of my art-stealing guilt. If you please.

Coffee drinking puppies!

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