If pillows could talk

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this morning as i walked quietly in the park a block away from my house, i saw a kid, no more than five years of age, whizzed by in his colourful plastic tricycle. it was really cute and i hesitated for a moment before decided to take a picture of him but that was before the arrival of his dad that made me pocketed my phone into my back pocket. at some point i know its disrespectful to do so in public, with a closed minded society we lived in, who knows what will happen next if i proceed to hit the shutter button. in any event, the wheels of the colourful plastic tricycle might come off flying my way which i truthfully rather that did not happened. so i spared the boy off a moment of humiliation as i continue walking off the path that leads right to a bench. i sat and couldnt help myself from noticing the boy with his dad.

as he played with the other kids, his dad bought him ice cream and handed to him, which he devoured it whole clumsily within seconds. his dad helped him in cleaning up a little before he jumped off to the pile of soft sand he was playing with his other playmates with his dad keeping a watchful eye from a distance. what a perfect sunday morning   :)

before i knew it, it was already 9.30 in the morning and the sun began to reveal itself in a way that it ignored the hell out of me. and just like that, i wasted another morning observing other people instead of just went jogging like i initially planned. to hell with jogging in the morning...especially when my head is still under the pillow with the air condition tuned to 15 degrees. how the hell can i wake up from all this shit and go jogging?