A peaceful, warm sleep
curled into the small of my back.
Carefully moving to create small discomforts
and disrupt his slumber.
He would look up, and I would see him over my shoulder,
in that familiar awkward glance,
before he lays his head back down.
I cannot stand to disturb him.
Minutes, hours; I grow sore,
and the sun is now in my eyes.
Stretching from his slumber, he hops down from the bed
and cuts a lazy path into the kitchen.
I pick him up, and he nuzzles my cheek;
from here, I offend to try and put him down,
and he will forcefully nuzzle more
just to let me know he loves me
and wants nothing more than to stay.
Well?
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Simple imagery can be just as, if not more, effective than the complex kind. I very much enjoyed reading this. The intimacy and comfort expressed is a refreshing break from much of the dark and dreary topics that are indulged in many of the other works I've read. This look into a small moment of life, the naturalness and beauty of that naturalness is calming and great to read.
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