lazy rainy morning

My most adorable situation could be reading a book in my warm bed at night, listening to the sound of the rain.

As rain drops beat against the roof hard, any noise disappears, and I imagine as if I am the only person left in this world.

Second thing I love is lazy rainy morning.

Peeking out the window, the rainy world.

Misty. Quiet.

But inside, a stream of steam coming out of my coffee cup, me in a warm cozy blanket.