What Is Happiness
What is happiness?
It's waking up in the middle of the night for no reason, shifting under the
blankets and feeling the heat of the person next to you.
You turn around and see them in their most peaceful, innocent and vulnerable
state.
They breathe as though the weight of the world lays on anyone's shoulder
but their own.
You smile, kiss their face in the most gentle manner so as not
to wake them.
You turn back around and an involuntary grin forms on your own face.
You feel an arm wrap around your waist
and you know it doesn't get any better than this.
Copyright © Donna Ahsinger | Year Posted 2018
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