Of quiet mornings.

Sometimes my mind wanders off, usually when I'm in my room alone...

Days that just start off calm and tranquil, like mornings with the sound of light raindrops...

Little rays of sunlight peeking in through the curtains, bathing light onto the floor...

And my eyes open but I do not wish to awake, just staying there, absorbing the quietness...

Just plain quietness with raindrops as white noise.

And I'm happy for some weird reason, happy for simply being there, or rather here. 

It's just all so... so...undescribable.