Good Morning!
I stretch (well, as much as a potted Monstera can stretch) and let the warmth soak in.
Every photon feels like a compliment.
I imagine the sun saying, “Looking radiant today, Mo,”
and honestly, it’s right.
The sun’s up. My favorite time. Everything feels soft, and I can finally start making energy again.
I’m basically solar-powered, you know.
Across the room, my human stirs. The sound of clinking mugs and a yawn. Here comes the coffee ritual again.
I don’t get why humans need hot bean juice to function. I just… stand here and convert light.
Seems simpler.
They always forget to water me before coffee.
Priorities, I suppose.
By the window, I notice the sky stretching too, turning from honey to blue.
My human finally quenches my thirst with some nice, fresh, tapwater.
Outside, a pigeon gives me the side-eye. Typical.
Doesn’t appreciate fine indoor foliage.
It’s going to be a good day. I can feel it in my roots.