Morning Glow
Morning light
Shapes itself into a feline cat
As it crawls through my windows.
Pattering against my sheets as it nestles,
Butt first,
On my face.
I open my eyes to the blur
Of glowing fur
And shoo the little pussy away.
But it only moves from my face to my stomach,
Obviously exhausting by its long journey
From the blazing golden anomolies of the sun,
To my lazy lap.
I sigh.
Sit up.
Stroke the golden hairs
As the cat purrs and rumbles on top of me.
I don’t want to get out of bed.
I don’t want to leave.
The weight is so friendly
And I could not bear to disturb it.
But alas, what could I do?
The sky needs me awake,
Needs me moving.
Needs someone to run and rummage beneath the vastness of eternity.
‘It is only one day’
I whisper to myself.
So I get up,
Push the feline aside
And grumble out of bed.
The next morning
When I wake up
The cat is not there
And I collapse under the weight of clouds.
Copyright © Olivia Rawiel | Year Posted 2022
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