Gentle Awakening

The delicate morning awoke with a quiet yawn.

It took a few moments to make sense of the new day.

Curtains opened in a slow, calm manner.

Sunshine did not shine through.

A grey sky and misty residue gazed into the bedroom.

There was no belated sigh, no feelings of gloom.

Up and placed on the wooden floor - eyes surveyed the room.

The mind began to process thoughts and plans for the day.

The diminishing warm bed no longer appealed.

The autumnal month rolls along with a gradually steadying pace.

Sunday, was but some dream filled hours away.

Monday is here.

Welcome to a new day.


Demola, TCC