Almost every morning I work, I go to the breakfast nook and get myself a cup of tea. And by far, my favorite to have in the wee hours o fth emorning is the Lemon spice, with one packet of the lemon juice and a packet of sugar. It tastes like a liquid lemon drop. Mmm, delicious.
Since it is a blue-sky, slight breeze, hot sun kinda day, I have decided to be happy and think of happy things. Or in the very least PLEASANT things.
The bird in the Hotel. Paychecks. Tall dark and handsome. Iced green tea with honey. Dancing. Blooming Iris. Working without the manager present. Free breakfast. The clouds over the sun. Filtering rays of sunshine on dappled pools. Thunderstorms. Fresh tomatoes. Hot Dogs with chile and cheese. Chocolate milkshakes. Grinning strangers passing you on the street. Hearing about good things happening to good people. Hearing about bad things happening to bad people. Dispensing your own twisted justice. Pretending to be strangers, then bringing the stranger home. Creating worlds. Creating people. Creating lives, cities, countries and creatures. Creating... anything. Songbirds. Cheesy 80's music. Laughing so hard you can't breathe. Motorcycles. Microwave popcorn. Creamy, cheesy, delicious mashed potatoes. Turential downpour. Friendly guests telling us how good we're doing at the front desk. Doing well in whatever I decide to do.
*yawn* Naps was going to be next on the list.