Remembering the Morning
I remember the 3 am wake up call to drive to Maine.
The way the car reeked of leather cleaner
And how my stuffed lamb smelled like lavender.
I remember the sweet orange juice
Like the sunshine brightening my morning.
My dog's touch was soft
Her fur was a blanket that warmed my six year old self.
I remember the bright lights darting past me
How the sirens and traffic lights twinkled like Christmas lights.
Each time I recall this memory, the fun times of Maine rush back to me.
Running through the gate to see the rest of the my family.
The long drive is definitely worth it.
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