Yesterday is already history, tomorrow will be mystery, present is a present...

This morning I woke up into the sound of quietness
And let my gorgeous dream to float away
And wish me luck for this new, upcoming day.

Stood there in the doorway for about a minute
Looking and exploring,
What is the new given.

Played piano in my mind,
Dressed with warmth of coffee taste inside.

Silly thought came by
Wished that I would play likewise.
Thinking thinking thinking
Dreams will come true today...