wrapped up tight in my cozy blanket sipping on the aroma of my favorite coffee peeping out of the window soaked in tiny water droplets i wondered what it would be like.. to be the glass..to be the window pane braving the rain what would it be like to to step out without cover to drop your guard against the cold wind.. so dewy eyed i sat sipping my coffee while a part of me stepped out with tentative steps a tear trickled out of my eyes..reliving some memories.. while her eyes sparkled with the new found joy a tiny smile lit up my face while she laughed carefree.. the warmth of the blanket comforted me while she ran around in the chill the taste of coffee warmed up her body while the rain drops kissed hers all over the senile cheerless adult sipped on while she danced and lived in the rain.. thoughts danced around my mind tickling my soul.. was it for me to live? was she i who braved or was this me in the blanket.. droplets kept on falling on the ground.. tapped my window.. in the hope that ill let them in .i guess.. maybe it was time i did..
