Laughter inside this morning

              Loud stretches pull the paleness taunt.
Any aches or soreness is eliminated. Soft is the voice
and bold is the yawn.

             Oh how simple, calm the morning is. Holding
onto a hope of creativity for all and answers
demanding a voice.

            Hmm I awake with laughter sitting at the
tip of my tongue. Just emptying the echoes inside
the yawn.

           Yes indeed today will be full of good surprises.
I look forward to each and every one of them.

           Oh now I skip down the hallway. Entering the
doorway I stand motionless for a moment. Just
giggling of possibilities waiting to unfold.

          Soon the view inside a mirror causes an
explosion of laughter.  Indeed copper can be a
massive disaster if allowed. Yes sleep did allow such.
I smirk.

          Now the aroma of vanilla, mandarin oranges,
cocoa butter and brazil nut entertain my senses.
Drawing every bit of me alert and even more happy.
So much that I hum a song.

          Soon the soul is prepare. Enjoying a view
of blues in a foggy mirror. Smiling at the sight of
simple beauty and thanking Jehovah for a day such
as this.

          Here soft, pale denim leans against freckles
and bright colorfulness dances upon a pale, smooth
shoulder. Oh how I twirl in the amazing feeling I
am enjoying.

          Now to push myself outside before the sun
warms the sky too much. A soft smile sits in the
corners of pale, pink lips. So aware of a possible
viewing.

         Ah yes first I must enjoy the breeze by
closing my eyes. Do you want to see the smile, the
joy sitting inside my spirit?