Sitting on a Sunday morning
Lazy on the couch
TV on and laptop humming
I breathe the smell of bacon

Coffee mug in hand
Mocha swirls around inside
Makes me feel so warm
So alive with my heart beating

Air as fresh as the clean linens
I just crawled out of
Cold tiles are no match
For my fuzzy socks

I don’t think about my schedule
What I have to do tomorrow
Or my lengthy list of chores
Just think about this Sunday morning

Just breathe the Sunday air