For what is worth, I woke on the good side of my bed

My spines felt impulses and the brain knew

The dusk spells out fog

Like a tobacco weed elongating my sleep

My hand spread out to the silky touch of the sheet

Breathing in the fresh taste of brewed caffeine

My sight are cleansed with the brightness of the sun

Off I jumped on the lacy pant of my wooly coat

With a glance to my window

A beautiful white flake on a free ledge

On my couch, I sat

My coffee on right

My remote on left

Ready for a Netflix battle

It screams Stranger things

it’s gonna be a jollyday.