It had been a long time since Taylor had felt the yearnings to create something new - something raw that was from her heart. It had been years since playing music for herself or for a band, but this morning, of all mornings, she felt inspired. Hearing the soft snoring of the rabbit beside her, lost in dreams, she slid out of the bed and picked up the guitar that had sat unused in the corner of their room. Knowing it was still early that the cubs would still be snoring loudly this lazy Soonlag, she opened up the window to let the ambiance of the world outside in. Situating herself atop the sill, she wondered which of the many ideas she could sing about first. She gazed over at that tiny husband of hers with love. Perhaps the first song could be to their unusual relationship. It was a good place to start as any. With motivation firing on all cylinders, she began to play. It was like coming home.
