The sun's warm fingers land on my skin,
time to wake up. Warm breezes expose themselves
to flesh & slow heat.
Cotton sheets tossed aside; draped at my feet. I
don't wanna get up.
I put my best smile on. Greet the four familiar faces
grinning back at me...
"Mamma, can we please have some breakfast?" they sing
very much off key.
I stumble to the kitchen. Start the slow drip of coffee
I cannot live without; & thank God that my reality
is so much better than it seems this early in
the morning.

. I can see the unnoticed expect in here, it's very underplayed and I think that's a good thing. Thanks for the entry.






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