the other morning, she opened her eyes
there was dark in her sleeping-room
she called up in her morning consciousness
he overslept! she thought, her alarm clock overslept!
he made her felt better,
that day was going to be good,
she decided to wait for his alarm bell
her thoughts had already formed a line
concentrating one another,
swimming in ideas at dawn
kitten was purring soft on the side
a few minutes after awaken
her mug was full of aroma coffee
and snowflakes was tapping gentle in the windowsill
to get her attention.
1 comment:
Wow. I'm so amazed. You describe something so simple, so (perhaps) universal...like waking up in the winter...feels like it's me, could be me, sounds so much the same as exactly what happens here, only it's tea in my mug & not coffee, but now I know something else I can send you with the soap. (I haven't forgotten...just been horribly busy)
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