Hot cup of cocoa caressed by clammy palms
You lie warm and content in the embrace of your old blanket
Cocooned by alternating layers of fur and nostalgia
Soaking in the crimson sunrise
A gentle rain trickles down from the sky
Flirting with your flimsy window-panes
Tapping in tune to the sashay of the palm trees
As they coyly shield their gaze from the outpour
Your mother’s downstairs in the kitchen
Bartering pancakes for smiles
Your little brother’s tinkling laughter
Bounces off the tabletops, rolling on to the floor
Frank Sinatra serenades you, unruffled by your morning breath
His booming, soothing promises kiss your pinking ears
For once your mind isn’t aswim with worry
And your phone hasn’t screamed for attention just yet.
Cotton candy dreams flit around the room
Lightheaded at the prospect of an untouched new day
Brimming with possibilities
Grinning with anticipation
Outside, the grass sparkles like a string of diamonds,
Aglisten with dew, waiting to tickle your tired toes,
As they sink into this unsinkable carpet of fresh starts
Greening your flickering mind, one crunch at a time
Tomorrow you may have to return to the humdrum reality
That hums its own tune off-key, out-of-sight for the moment,
Waiting to recapture its spot in the limelight
Waiting to pull you on stage with it, unprepared and a little flustered
But today?
Today, this is just enough
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