Imagine fireworks. You're looking at them for the very first time and the sparkles that made the stars look like boring entities continually amazed you as they transcend down the earth. Imagine daydreaming of fireworks after seeing them for the very first time, hoping against hope that the opportunity to watch the glittering lights cover your universe again.
Imagine me, kissing you for the very first time and the imaginary sparks that filled my earth when your lips touched mine. Imagine me, daydreaming of that kiss, feeling your lips in my wakefulness and hoping against hope that the universe conspire to let me kiss you once again.
Now imagine my mornings.