room service

like lazy cats
we stretch out on the sunlit bed,
the sheets as
white as freshly fallen snow
and we yawn.
we sigh.
we look at one another
and say, I wish we had a butler
to bring us coffee
and breakfast,
a newspaper
from outside.
if only there was a button
we could push
and he would
knock smartly
when he arrived.
yes, she says.
a butler would be nice,
and a maid too,
an intern as well
to take notes when we need
to remember
all the things that have slipped
our minds.