The Morning

The Morning

The morning sun's shimmering rays filter through my window, awakening me in warm caress from a deep slumber. Slowly my eyes open to an array of shadows cast upon the wall as they dance and sway their morning greeting.

Stretching, I yawn, wiggle my toes and curl back into a ball beneath the blankets, where I feel snug, nestled within a cocoon.

I am not yet ready for the morning, dreamland still beckons.

My eyelids flutter in a weak attempt to open again, I squeeze them tightly shut, "for who will fly the dragon and save the day if I've awoken?"

Alas, I feel the dream world start to slip away in the morning sounds outside. I hear the steady hum of a car engine starting, the rumble of a school bus pass by; birds begin their morning song accompanied by the throaty vocals of tree frogs, excited to chirp along.

With a sigh, reluctant to leave my reverie behind, I stretch once more and my feet find the floor.

Suddenly, I am now aware of a most delectable aroma filling the air- the divine smell of coffee.

Smiling, I make my way to the kitchen and pour a cup; sipping the pure sweetness of morning, I ponder in reflection, the sights, sounds and smells of morning and remember why I love it so...

Besides, the dream world is never truly far behind me, I'm a writer- my whole world is one of reverie, no matter the time of day.

So I take another sip, and wish the morning a good one...

Lynn Long

Poet, writer, dreamer

And believer in the impossible…

Residing somewhere in time

Artist at https://hitrecord.org/

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With published pieces in various

online publications, journals, ezines and anthologies

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