Morning, baby

Good Morning, baby. She wakes up. Rolls around in bed. Confused on the night before, putting together the pieces. What hurts more, the hangover or the heart ache? She takes one step on solid ground, takes a look in the mirror, smiles. What heartache? Who? Baby jumps in the shower, steams away any regret. Shes out, shes hungry, she eats. Breakfast. Cereal. Out of milk? Who needs it. Baby breaks the rules. Baby dances. *girl metal plays in the background*. Baby is free.

Ashton Morgan