I wanna wake up in a country side,
With hotels with huge long windows overlooking the ocean.
I wanna wake up,
To feel the white cotton bed sheets on my naked skin,
Having my eyes laid on breakfast served on the bed.
Eggs, sausages, grapes and a glass of chilled orange juice.
Just the sound of waves crashing against the rocks with the feel of a grandma's palm,
Rough yet tough at the same time.
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