Sunday Mornings

I am awake but I won’t get out of bed

My eyes half-lidded

I’m half-conscious in my head

Inside the comforter is warm

Outside the air is cool

I’m peaceful in my early morning room

The new daylight is soft and polite

Patiently waiting, slowly approaching

Greeting me gently under the guise of night

No need to rush to noon

I have time this morning

To terry longer in my cotton cocoon