Poem #309

Waking up without the sound of the alarm.
Stretching in a warm bed.
A cup of tea.
Watering the plants.
Rain hitting my windowpane.
The smell of the pages of a new book.
Stepping into a new universe through words.
The feeling of skin on skin.
A stolen kiss.
As easy as Sunday morning.


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