Things that make me feel joyful
By Mahalia Creft
The blue-purple hue of an early early morning as I lay twisted up in yellow with my eyes just barely open.
The taste of chocolate melding deep into the corners of my taste-buds as I sneak a stray biscuit before mum brings in a “proper” breakfast.
The feel of a warm plate on my lap when the sun is at its highest point and my belly is at its largest.
The scent of something sweet, ringing melodically in my nostrils and my throat.
The sound of music that I hear, caressing the innards of my drum.
The sound of music that I play, stretching my finger muscles with chords of D, F and A.
Pencils etching into the thin white, marring the sheet with beautiful lines of grey and darker grey and light and dark and shadow and non-shadow; a thousand words spoken.
Characters, made up, whom I am now completely and utterly invested in because of hours watching T.V
A fantasy romance
The movie, that movie, that I’ve watched a million times but can never seem to get bored of.
The crispness of newly washed sheets as I settle between them.
The feeling of drifting away into the calm of sleep.