Romans & histoires I've Got A Pocket Got A Pocketful Of 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.

"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.

"Don't think about it honey, we're about thirteen stories off the ground." Thanks for the info bro (not) I continued my hopeless prayers while ocean left and came back. "Time to go sunshine." "Go where?" Immediately the question left my lips, the reflection of the sun's now glaring light, bounced right off an object in his hands. That one object. One slit on a vein in Mr wrist and I would be gone, not breathing, not moving, not anything, just carcass for the vultures and feed for maggots.

Oh my gosh, I hate darkness. The other night dear, as I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you in my arms But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken So I hung my head and I cried My knees went weak when I recognized the voice behind me; it was Jaxon. I turned around to face him; he was carrying a bouquet of pink and white roses. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are gray You’ll never know dear, how much I love you Please don’t take my sunshine away

"You have no idea Josh, this place is practically paradise," "Yeah well, it's been great so far," She scrunched her face as she said that part. 'Great my fat butt,' she spat inwardly. "Of course, we will speak everyday till I get the chance to come visit," "I'll remember that," "Alright then," "I love you mom," "I love you too Josh," "Yeah bye, please take good care of mom and yourself," She slowly brought down the phone her ears as a drop of tear rolled down her cheek.

*Poppy* The morning sun peeked through the trees, casting a golden hue on the charming town at the northeast border of the Palaceþ. Logan had promised me a day to remember, and as we strolled through the bustling streets, I felt an undeniable thrill in the air. This place was alive - vibrant colors adorned every shop and window, laughter floated through the air like music, and the scent of freshly baked bread teased my senses.