Romanticize

I looked at the trees. They moved with the birds, while they chirped and laughed. Shutting the door, my hand shaking from former caffeine. I heard music from my room. It stopped. My speaker died. The blinds let the light in and my room smelled good, like laundry in the morning. My skin was easy today and my lips soft. The house was still and my heart at peace. Days were content and long. Clean, Coffee, Scripture, Makeup, Work. My routine is simple. The only problem, I am alone.