Dolce Far Niente

Touched by early sunlight I sit barefoot by the window and allow thoughts to drift. I ask the day to wake me gently although knowing my life lies ahead. But not yet, I ask— let this moment linger. I allow errant thoughts to drift as they whisper— I haven’t even dressed and showered yet. Soft light eases my transition to the day and my ears ring while last night’s dream lingers.