The Morning of a Lover

I was lying on my bed and staring at the stars- I mean ceiling. Then I noticed the cieling was white. The whiteness reminded me of the white part of your eyes. And then I thought. And thought. Until my line of thought was interrupted by my mother calling me to get out of bed and eat breakfast. While eating, I looked at the milk and thought of your ears. Your ears, those perfect sized ears. I looked at the ground. I had dropped a piece of cereal. The clean floor sparked except for that one cereal piece on the floor. And then my mother yelled at me for messing up the floor.  then I grabbed a mop and realized that the mop was brand new. This reminded me of your finger nails. Those nails.those lovely wonderful nails. I love those most of all.best nails ever.my morning ended with my mother calling me to go to school. I love you.