roof over my head, my cats purring, oat milk being an option, clean water, music, bumper stickers, PNW being my home, my bike, my bunnies, my cats and my bunnies being friends, A/C, my friends listed name by name, my curly hair, art, my jobโฆ
yesterday, she and i snuggled under my covers, parallel bodies awash under the light pollution that streams gently through my window each night. birds chirped as our eyes finally closed. tonight i make myself at home on the couch, in borrowed pajamas, under soft blankets. the dogโs collar clinks somewhere in the other room as he looks for a place to settle, circling for a moment before huffing to the floor. i am so tired. life is good
Tough skin made of wool, Lumber Jack hat sitting by the pool. Looking through n hour glass. Suffix the sphinx, my cat my muse. I read the morning paper only to hear sirens and wailing of children. I rest my head on a soft blue pillow. Close my eyes and go to sleep.
in between sleep when im half waking up & tucking myself in tighter for a last 10-20-30 mins of rest, the meadow scent from my blanket hazing me as i drift back out & ignore my alarms
