Don't Worry.

He opened his eyes (every morning), turned on his side (every morning), and lovingly gazed out the window (every morning).

Every morning, he was greeted with the sight of three little birds on his windowsill. Singing sweet songs, a message to him and you, and even me. Songs about the happy feeling that bubbles in your chest. Songs about taking every day one second, minute, hour at a time.

And every morning, he smiled to himself knowing that every little thing was going to be all right. Knowing he was going to have a damned good day.