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Happiness

Remember the happiness that was hidden in the big bed of your parents, when on Sundays you went in and jumped on it, wanting to ly inbetween. Sweetly allowing your sister to join, and slowly pushing one of your parents out, until you were the only one left to enjoy the bed.
The same thing happened everywhere, at your grandparents, even in the bed of your best friends parents.
I still love Sunday mornings, staying in bed late, enjoying what there is to enjoy, living few hours in this nice cocoon.
Where does it come from?
The cosiness, the leftovers of a warm duvet, the love hidden in the room, the happy dizzyness of waking up late, or the people in the bed that truly love you?
I dont know.
I do remember the memory as yesterday.
One of the few images of childhood that are leftover, well kept in the big library in my head.
Easily to remember, when lying in bed on Sunday, under a big duvet, longing for the same amount of love and happiness.
Or like today, when this little kiddo jumps on the bed, happy, probably for the same reason as I was and today am...

Posted on March 16, 2004
in Limit of my knowledge

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