Like taking sips of caramel macchiato during a rainy day inside the warm comfort of a blanket.   Like the warmth of your lover's arms around you as you wake up in the middle of the afternoon.   Like the joy of petting a stray dog or cat as you walk home after a very stressful day.   Like the joy of getting peppered kisses from your children.   I'll be you

The sleeping child, face void of nightmare and radiating of innocent mirth. As she sleeps, the moonlight frolics through the glass window and bathes her small objects of joy. And as the clock struck twelve, a small soldier’s eyes crack open.