Saturday Morning

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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