slow
to rise, i see the sun
has
returned.
it's barely in the sky
as i swing
one leg
than the other
towards
the floor.
it's cold.
i've left the windows
open.
a breeze blows
in and lifts the curtains.
there's a dog
barking
somewhere
not far
from where i live.
i feel like
i've been here before.
just a thought
as i
go down
for coffee, to open
the door
and pick up the paper.
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