It begins when the light drapes itself over you,
when you tread the waters of your dreams and gaze
up at the peach-colored ceilings of your eyelids. It begins
with the time before you.
Open your eyes to drowsy yellow light, the sun
is already high in the sky.
Linger.
Your crusted eyes and hazy smile
are precious moments-
hold fast to this peace.
When you finally roll from bed,
wrinkles traced from the flannel sheets to your hot cheeks,
stumble into your lemon-scented kitchen and descover
that he has warmed up the waffle iron.
Slice fresh strawberries.
Burst sweet juice on the wooden board, flash your knife
in the sunlight, take a deep breath:
fresh fruit, warm waffles, wood and sleep linger in the air.
Smile. Sit down and eat.
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