This morning, I awoke to the beautiful endless songs of praise from the blue birds that sing outside my window. They crowd around in a flock, as I spring out of bed, throw on my nightgown, and fling handfuls of birdseed out my window. This all happens as cheesy insperational music can be heard from all around me.
I dash into the kitchen,where a bowl of cereal and milk is awaiting me on the counter. A spoon lays beside it, and as I sit down, a blue bird flys down and spreads a napkin on my lap to express his gratitude for the birdseed. Another comes flying in, but this time with almonds and strawberries, which he sprinkles over my cereal, kisses me on the head, and flys away.

Nevermind.