Morning Glory

I invited you to watch a gig of your favorite band. You said yes. I felt like I won the lottery.

While we’re in the pit, the spotlight suddenly focused on me. The band invited me to go onstage and sing with them. Midway through the song, I asked you to go up too. At the end of the chorus, I held your hand. You blushed while my heart melted.

It was already late so I offered you a ride home. You welcomed me into your home and made me some coffee. I asked you not to add sugar. As I was sipping that brown liquor from that porcelain cup, a familiar tune played from afar.

It was from my alarm clock.

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