Sprinkles of sunshine
On the winter-touched floor,
Scattering pebbles of warmth
On feet, like melting butter on toast.
Flecks of sunlight
Dancing on windswept hair, 31 more words
Good morning everyone. I am here with my coffee and cheese. Oh, you don’t drink coffee with cheese? You must not live with a three-year-old. I inherit all the snacks that are deemed unsuitable (“I DO NOT LIKE THIS KIND OF CHEESE” says the girl who 99.999% of the time likes this kind of cheese. 457 more words