It was morning.
There was sunlight streaming through the window.
It was warm.
There were bubbles shimmering through the air and on the surface.
It was calm.
There was music, jazz, drifting from the speakers.
It was cozy.
There were tiny flickers of flame flowing out of the candles' wick.
It was relaxing.
There was quiet and I was soaking in the serenity of it all.
But it was not the same.
And I guess it never will be.
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