Twiddling thumbs in a cold dark room.
Windily breeze whispers across the skin.
Stuck in this chair not knowing where to begin.

Glaring around at shadowing silhouettes.
Lifeless they lay still and at peace.
Jealously pleasing each eye.

All alone in this box.
Somehow feeling mocked.
Losing connection to the everyday normality.
Thoughts become deluded and afraid.

Thumbs picking up pace.
Sun greets with a harmonious beckon.
Light seeps through the cracks.
Thoughts travel through the mind.

Wishing never to awake.
Cherish existing without really knowing why.
Dreaming the best sovereign.
Allowing this embracement of warmth.
Cusping the morning internally.