It seems to descend
No, it doesn't come from within, necessarily
But sure, that's where you feel it
A perfect storm
Of sunlight streaming in
Skin
Remnants of a dream, inconsequential
A blank slate,
Regardless of to-dos and to-sees
It's fleeting, as most things are
But it has time
Takes its own
And whether or not you are
Alone
You don't feel
Alone
Somewhat all together
This sweet morning happiness
Fills
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