The cold tiles

Radiate the chill of morning

Through thick socks

As I arrow to the kitchen


I hover

As coffee brews

Lifting each foot

In a strange, sleepy dance

My toes seek escape

From the painful chill

As I listen

For the furnace

To start its morning hum

Beginning the day



As I walk through the house

Alone – Caroline A. Slee

Mornings #MondayBlogs

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