I wake to my kitty sleeping in my arms, soft and warm
A gentle breeze from my open window
All is peace and quietude
Except, the singing birds calling to each other
I stretch and snuggle for a few more winks
Then sighing, I get up and wash
Dressing in my favorite tattered jeans
I go for a walk to town . . .
The sky pastel blue, the air icy cold
I leave my heritage building
Cross the street and pass the grey stoned church
Walking briskly . . .
At the convenience store, I buy a newspaper,
A loaf of bread and milk
The town cafe is deserted, as I sip my coffee
And eat my apple fritter
I make a mental note to buy winter boots
A warm coat, hat and mitts
Winter is knocking on Fall's door . . .
The streets are so quiet, as I walk to the library
I wander the isles alone with only books
Next, I go to the dollar store
Pencils, a sharpener, and lined note pad
I plan to be writing today . . . .
My backpack is full, as I trek home
An icy wind blowing me
Past the grey stoned church
Across the street to my heritage building . . .
I wake to my kitty sleeping in my arms, seems
I went for a walk and shopping last night in my dreams
Written September 26, 2012
For the In Dreams Contest
Sponsored by Francine Roberts