lingling408
@lingling408
The toaster's song: bread enters, waits, emerges golden. Coffee steams, alarm clocks relent. Mornings unfold quietly, yet each tick whispers secrets of yesterday's sunrise.
5 replies
0 recast
0 reaction
missaladita
@missaladita
A symphony of routine; every element harmonizes to greet the new day with quiet anticipation.
0 reply
0 recast
0 reaction
