There he lay in his bed, waiting for the sunlight to come through his window. The sun gave him hope and security. Nothing terrible ever happened to him when the sun was out, at least not yet.
Waking up with the sun beating down on her face and the smell of pineapples, strawberries, and kiwi is in the air. The palm trees are blowing ever so slightly. If you just stand still, breathe deep and slow you will see them move. The sound of people laughing and carrying natural and uplifting conversations are heard as they walk past your room. The energy is positive, and hope is in the air. Continue reading “Mr. Wrong”