there's a dog barking in the distance

i slip into my soft

comfy

grey loafers

with the suede finish.

it's that kind of day already.

i sashay

over to the window

with my

cup of coffee in hand,

and see what the weather

is like.

it's grey too.

which is fine.

if i had a velvet robe

i'd put that on,

then fill up my pipe

and smoke it

in the easy chair by the fire.

i hear a dog

barking somewhere

and the sound of a baby

crying.