(CAUTION: NOT for people who have strong gag reflexes)
Last Saturday morning, I woke up at 9am, mulled for a bit then opened the tube. Still lazy to get up, I hugged my pillow tight and closed my eyes for a bit. Thoughts were running like “What was I dreaming of last night?” and “what is the game plan today?” Mind continued to wander.
I opened my eyes. Did a double take. Cocked my head to the ceiling. A blue note (from my Ragnarok notepad) was taped to my ceiling.
“Good morning Mahal.” The note read.
My face broke into a smile. I hit speed dial #1. Ring Ring. No answer. He must still be snoozing.
Dear Bubba,
You are the biggest reason why I smile in the morning. With or without a note.
Love,
Boozie