The Dormouse Who Collects Mornings

A time when the city is still asleep.

The dormouse,

wearing a small backpack,

quietly went outside.

The sky was,

the color between night and morning.

In the cold air,

only the sound of shoes echoed.

When he reached the river,

the water was flowing quietly.

"I wonder,

what kind of morning I will meet today."

The dormouse,

I open my notebook.

On the bridge,

I stop.

The wind,

turned just one page.

From the bakery,

the scent of freshly baked bread.

On the road where no one is yet,

a small happiness is drifting.

As I climb the slope,

the town was gradually becoming brighter.

On the distant mountain,

the morning sun is touching.

The dormouse

sat on a bench

and wrote in his notebook.

"This morning,

smelled like bread."

Just that,

made him feel happy somehow.

By the time he returned home,

the town had become its usual morning self.

But in the dormouse's notebook,

a morning unique to today remains.

The dormouse

smiled just a little.

"Again,

Let's go collect them."

Thank you for reading until the end.

I hope you enjoyed it. I have listed related stories here, so please be sure to read them. ↓↓

[The Dormouse Who Collects Mornings Series]

② [The Coffee Shop on a Rainy Day]

③ [The Small Station Beyond the Mountain]

④ The Observation Deck Before Dawn

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