Sleepy eyes

squinting at the

sun streaming

through dusty

windows.

 

Half eaten breakfast

sitting for hours,

untouched

and without care,

and hardening

In the fresh,

dry morning air.

 

Dreamy, strange

and whimsical

thoughts,

mixed with

half-read words

from a book

sitting snugly

on a pyjamed lap.

 

Sipping slowly

lukewarm coffee

and eating

a croissant

with its oozing

chocolate that

flows slowly

and teasingly

across a

lickable hand.

 

Lazy day:

stopping and

quietly being held

in the sweet

slow joy

of now.

 

31/5/2016