Good morning, morning!
We wake up in one bed. Good morning, morning!
You rush me to get out of the bed, I hate it. It’s cold and I’m sleepy. Somehow you made my dog to cooperate and you both pushing me into the shower. I have the same breakfast everyday. You say it’s borring. I say it works for me, I really enjoy this kind of routine.
I match my clothes to my shoes and backpack. Please don’t make laugh at my obsession. Mountains are so beautiful! I believe they dress up for us. So I wanna be pretty for em too.
Get in the car, I’ll drive! On our way you’re telling me your plan for the day. It’s about low clouds and dull colors, but I love it anyway.
When I’m leaving the parking lot, I feel a bit sad: most likely when I’ll come back, you won’t be here.
In a few minutes we are already on the trail. I walk fast but make many stops along the way. There is so much magic around, and I want to capture every moment in my memory. You’re rushing me, saying we might not make it. I’m ok with it, I will follow wherever you say.
Finally we reach the place where you wanted to take me. We stand there for a long time in silence, not saying a word. You were right, it’s really amazing and was worth the rush.
I noticed you’re getting weaker. I feel it but don’t want to say it loud. Maybe if I won’t think about it, you’ll stay with me.
We walk a bit further. The path becomes steeper. I try to grab your hand... I look back, but I don’t see you anymore. You’re gone.
I feel sad, but only for a while. Hope to see you the next morning. Meanwhile something else seems to be around the rock. Got to try to meet it.