03.02.01

fingers of light creep through the cracks in the blinds
sliding over slowly, reaching gingerly
to touch my face while i sleep,
attempting to wake me quietly and gently
(unlike the loud blast of an alarm clock)

the day has come full circle once again
my eyelids receiving the caress of dawn,
bidding farewell to the cradle of night

the blankets warm around me still
cocooning me, filling me with something
akin to comfort
insulating me from the world

no responsibilities today, no cares or worries
i am not bound by any obligations
i can get up when i feel like it
because it is sunday

just a cosy bathrobe and slippers
a book and a hot cup of cocoa
and the ease of a day filled with blissful nothing.

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