It wasn't the most delicious nap,
but the afterglow is delectable.

Rested eyes still see the world softly,
not quite tired
(not quite tired)
but barely stirring.

The wind in my breast
echoes a familiar sigh
at the caress of the afternoon breeze
Not quite sunny
(not quite sunny)
but the thunder seems hesitant.

Lay awake.
See all through sepia and softness.
Revel in the care,
the air.

And tonight,
rest easy.