I've Got A Pocket Got A Pocketful Of Sunshine นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I forgot that I don’t use such things here. Anyways, what should I do?! I shut my eyes, should I just return this? I glanced at the pouch with money in front of me, it’s full of gold coins! I want to cry! It's shining, shimmering, splendid! How could I return this? Should I just sleep again? Please someone wake me when the male lead and the female lead live happily ever after! I was thinking of what I should do with this when I saw someone familiar to me enter the mansion.

Seated in our pack's tranquil garden, I felt the soft wind brushing against my skin as the sun cast golden shadows over the surroundings. A rare break from the bustle of life in the Sunshine pack, it was a peaceful time. I relished the silence, the time for introspection, and the break from my own thoughts.

He smelled like peppermint and desperation. "I’m spectacular," I said, flashing the million-watt smile that had funded my parents' early retirement. I let go of his arm and turned away before he could see my eyes twitch. My phone was vibrating against my thigh, tucked into a hidden pocket in the tulle. I already knew what it was. Or rather, what it wasn't. It wasn't an apology from Justin. It was just another notification from the universe reminding me that after seven years, I had been traded in for a twenty-two-year-old yoga instructor named Sunshine.

They're just waiting for us. And we'll celebrate our fourth wedding anniversary. As we were heading on the road, Matti played a song. The other night, dear As I lay sleeping I dreamt I held you in my arms When I awoke, dear I was mistaken So I hung my head, and I criedYou are my sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are grey You never know, dear How much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away

He really knows how to put butterflies in my stomach. I smiled as I put my other hand around him. "Good night," I uttered. Parker looked at me and smiled like a kid that I gave a bag full of toys. "Good night, Clumsy Sunny." And he gently pinched my nose. My cheeks roasted in an instant. Damn! ...

Imogen: It was a sunny morning, definitely not one for our kind. The sun filtered through the delicate lace of the parasol above me, casting intricate patterns on the table in front of me. A gentle breeze carried the scent of freshly bloomed roses, mingling with the earthy undertones of the garden soil. The parasol shielded me from the worst of the sun, but the warmth still seeped into my skin, lulling me into a false sense of calm which I knew was going to leave burn marks later. But I loved to see the way the sun slightly burnt intricate patterns from the parasol on my skin.

To the drive. I needed to talk. Listen. Blend. Two girls walked in. Sweaty. Giggling. Makeup smudged but still pretty. One had green glitter all over her chest. The other held bundles of hundred-dollar bills. Stuffed in her bra. In her garter. They peeled them out. Counted quick. Laughed when they saw the numbers. I stepped closer. Smiled. “Hi girls. I’m Sunshine.” They stopped. Looked at me. Up and down. Slow.

" She shouted. Yeah. I heard that clear. "Hey, what a beautiful day All I need is a taste (and it tastes so good) Nothing but a good time (a good time) Sippin' on sunshine Oh, don't got nowhere to go (no, we don't) So we'll go with the flow (hell yeah) Yeah, we're living the life (the life) Sippin' on sunshine All day, all night Sippin' on sunshine Yeah, a good time Everybody's just sipping on sunshine

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away." "Madeline! I told you not to eat all of the cookies on the jar!" Light yet loud footsteps sounded in the corridor. Blonde hair flowing in the wind, and a soft giggle sounding every now and then. "Madeline! Madie!" 'Sister Mary Eunice! Oh no!'

A MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE “Okay, I’m here. Are you ready?” Roman grabbed his bag in his hand and opened it, ready to reveal what he picked in the gift shop. “Yup, we’ll each reveal one item at a time.” Sierra reached into the bag to pull out the first item. Their eyes landed on the items in their hands and both of them smirked, Roman held up a 7-inch vinyl record with Ain’t No Sunshine by Bill Withers written on the cover and Sierra held up a polaroid camera.