Hour 8-Morning

The clock ticks. It’s loudness piercing the hum of the fan

The groan of husband, reading the prompt. Cat is missing. Sleeping soundly

in a quiet hidden space. Gentle sunlight plays with shadows.

 

Soft morning musing

Verse of married delights

A mellow whisper .

 

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