In my unnoticed wakening, I felt
The loving hold of dreamy sheets
As I uncurled myself about them.
Daylight had settled in, inviolate
Shining through the curtains – still closed –
And heaven knew, I could not care to rise.
My softness had sunken through my form,
My skin, my very bones, happily abed;
And that brief delay was the gift of its perfect morning.
Just a little something I half-dreamt up.
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