The sun wakes me at around seven I blink then
realize I don’t have to be anywhere so
I roll over onto my side and
pull the covers up under my chin and
Drift back down into sleep but
not a deep sleep more
like a doze, in and out and
in and out ‘til
An hour or two later I finally come completely awake and
stretch and yawn eventually
throwing off the covers I place
my feet on the cold floor rising
stiff-legged I walk to the toilet to relieve myself
Ahhh
Washing my hands I look at the mirror staring
into my brown eyes and
see that they’re clear; I’m still alive so
I lower my head in satisfaction and
Walk to the laundry basket and
pull out a pair of dirty jeans and a wrinkled-up sweatshirt then
slip on my deck shoes
grab a jacket and some cash and my keys and
Go down the stairs and out onto the quiet sidewalk that
leads me a few blocks to the bakery where I
buy the fresh pastry and piping hot cup of joe which
I carry back to my place settling
into my favorite chair I
enjoy the sweet cinnamon twist and bitter coffee
waiting for the day to unfold
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