Most Mornings

Daylight warms the window
as I stretch my arms in bed.

Lost in contemplation about
something dumb I said.

Or was that just a dream?

I try to clear the existential cobwebs
from my sleep-filled head.

I rise to face the morning,
greet my beloved with a kiss.

I can’t help but be grateful
that most mornings start like this.

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