2 am thoughts
Daniel Platt had always loved chilly early mornings. He could be nowhere and somewhere when ever he wanted. It was almost funny he thought. As Daniel looked out at the open fields, sipping his coco. A place where he felt confident.
He was a gentle, loner who lived alone. His friends saw him as a kind, knight. An amazing moral compass. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a blind person. That’s the sort of man he was.
Daniel walked over to the window and reflected on his grand surroundings. The hail pounded almost as hard as his head. He was waiting. Waiting for the perfect sunrise.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Maureen Thornhill. Maureen was as amazing queen, in his opinion.
Daniel gulped. He was not prepared for Maureen.
As Daniel stepped outside and Maureen came closer, he could see the joyous smile on her face.
Maureen gazed with the affection of 1000 burning stars. She said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I always have.”
Daniel looked back, even more lonely and still fingering the peculiar rock. “Maureen, let’s get married,” he replied.
They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two proud, children smiling at a very wonderful surprise, Daniel had flute music playing in the background and two sweet harps playing to the beat.
Daniel regarded Maureen’s slim fingers and rosy lips. “I feel the same way” revealed Daniel with a delighted grin.
Maureen looked jumpy, her emotions bashing like the gleaming sun on a cold snowy day.
Then Maureen came closer for a nice mug of cocoa.
THE END
welp that took a turn for the romantic side