August 5, 2015
It's 6 am somewhere. Someone's eating pancakes, somewhere. Making a pot of coffee. Lying in bed looking at the sliver of light coming in through the drapes, smelling that smell of sleep off his lover's nape. Someone, somewhere is waking up to white noise, or a radio newscaster telling him of important news. There is smell of bacon in someone's kitchen, somewhere there is a window with dewdrops that if you inspect closely will look like a mini rainbow. Somewhere, there is a boy saying "good morning" softly into someone's ear. Somewhere else it's 6 am, somewhere else, a smile.