Sunlight streaming through my bedroom window

Rain has been falling all week

Muscles sore, eyes wide open

The potential of the day is more potent than any cup of coffee

For the first time since I can’t remember when

I rise without complaint

Not wishing I could simply go back to bed

I am ready

I will enjoy the day

And I will make the most of whatever is to come

Except going to the laundromat

Nothing could make me look forward to that.