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Sitting in the sun, with music pumping so sweetly into your ears, you fail to hear the creak of the rocking chair, as it balances under your sleeping weight.
The wind gently caresses your neck, intertwining it's force within your hair, pulling it softly across your cheeks.
Your legs slowly pull up, as you tilt your head back, pressing it against the wooden backed chair.
You lift your head to the sky, face the sun, and simply smile.
Everything is gonna be OK.