Saturday morning.
Bakery bread.
Sun on my porch.
The handsome man sitting across from mig. Chatting over the newspaper and bread.
The sun on my left shoulder, on my cheek.
Saturday morning. The forecast is sunny.
Woke up by myself around eight, no alarm clock. Looked at the man sleeping next to me for a while, as my heart got soft. Didn't touch him, though - he was sleeping so sweetly.
Life is good. I dedicate today to enjoy it.
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