I have been awake,
perhaps a little longer than I should have.
My door is cracked and I hear you stirring.
The sun has risen, but the light that travels through
the window is still soft.
Your coffee machine gurgles,
and I think
what a wonderful thing to fall asleep to.
You are quiet but I still hear the gentle
tink-tink-tink
of your spoon upon your mug.
Your gentle morning mayhem
has become my lullaby,
and i know I will rest easier for it.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC
I have been awake,
perhaps a little longer than I should have.
My door is cracked and I hear you stirring.
The sun has risen, but the light that travels through
the window is still soft.
Your coffee machine gurgles,
and I think
what a wonderful thing to fall asleep to.
You are quiet but I still hear the gentle
tink-tink-tink
of your spoon upon your mug.
Your gentle morning mayhem
has become my lullaby,
and i know I will rest easier for it.
my sleep schedule gets crazy in the summer. my mother's never does.
