Storms and Toothache

Right now, I'm sat sideways in a big leather armchair Of a type I'd like to own In a thinking space There's a storm outside But the sun streamed through the windows The dog has rearranged his blankets Everybody loves each other I have a cold but wearing fluffy pyjamas & slippers My wisdom tooth has done a bit of damage but I'm on a salt water gargle regime Nothing is misaligned on this day Despite all the odd angles there could be I'll tell everyone here of my revelation (Maybe the dog first, see if he invests) The storm broke a lot of trees in the forest yesterday But there's still a forest And I don't need to worry about tying my thoughts together in pretty packages Because today is forgiving