I wake up…

…and want to sleep in.

And wish I didn’t have to go to work.

And long for spring.

And get annoyed when we run out of cream for my coffee.

And hope the sun is out.

And hate getting dressed because I’m just so bored with my clothes.

I wake up and pray that God would give me a good day.

I wake up in America.

I wonder what their prayers are.


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