Breaking Tradition.

A chirping in the darkness cuts the silence of the morning. It's early on the eve of Christmas Eve, a day constructed of anticipation. And lying here in consideration of all that's come to pass, the serenity I feel resonates in a low vibrational tone. It's a long and hollow buzz that warms me in a way that I've never felt before. Reassurance and comfort, before they were just concepts I understood to exist in an abstract. But now I have them wholly by my side, sleeping next to me, and stealing more of my heart each day. I guess you could say Christmas came early, for she's all I've ever wanted.