and I’m awake-
the alarm has not yet rung.
Yes.
Yes.
No schedule for these moments,
no calls from mom,
this liminal state between sleep and dress
just me, the darkness, the lingering warmth
of a night’s rest, the chill morning
kept at bay in here.
The mind wanders,
not to things that need to be done,
to more important things –
Of kittens and kiwis, of angels
and anemones, thoughts
of potential and thoughts of –
Ah.
The alarm has rung.
