My alarm clock has clocked out for this morning I am awoken by the natural state of which my internal clock intends. The quiescent condition my body was in, broadened my senses capabilities to descry infinitesimal details within nature that we human beings fail to acknowledge. The faint chirps from a bird's nest, the lilting whispers of the wind, and pitter patters of rain droplets all harmonized concurrently, fabricating a melody, purely enchanting to the inquisitive ear. My eyes squinted open, only to be blinded by the luminous rays of the everlasting star, cruel and unforgiving to those who gaze into it's beaming aurora, creeping through the cracks in my blinds. After excessively rubbing my eyes, I once again opened them. Horizontal streaks of golden sunlight reflected off the blinds and onto the monochromatic, mahogany carpet. Languidly rolling out of bed, i made my way to the kitchen to brew a fresh cup of coffee. The bittersweet beverage flowed down my throat. A warming sensation filled my body. The rich aroma, the bold taste, penetrated my very soul. I sat down on my bed and took out several sheets of paper, accompanied by a pen and began my creative writings. I adore those easeful mornings.