this morning #173.

this morning, an unreliable narrator was telling her story again. when she awoke on the couch with her elderly cat gently licking her face, she couldn’t complain. it had been a long night of wine & gilmore girls until she gently drifted off to sleep. she couldn’t complain. everyone around her focused on the negative. it was positively pessimistic. she was a HUGE carter family fan who enjoyed keeping on the sunny side & whatnot. while her glasses weren’t fully rosy, they were partially pink. similar shades of shades. the shades were still drawn in her bedroom, so she opened them up & the sun shone straight in. life was made perfect again.