Morning Ritual
(Cue the morning sun gleaming through the pale white blinds, your eyes open)
Wake up, silly.
-Hey.
It’s nice to see you mister.
-What?
don’t you mean morning sweet heart?
-GOOD MORNING,
*pause*
*stares in spanish*
-sweetheart.
Right.
(They smile)
-you’re silly you know that?
Yeah, but did you know I have two hands, and you have two armpits?
(And there the ritual commenced, as the morning sun shines on the sacred heart, they laugh igniting the end of ritual . For it was fed the laughter of innocence.)
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