Hallway and stove lights
grow dimmer as sunshine brightens.
Dogs bark in the distance and cars roar.Kitty sits on my lap underneath an afghan,
occasionally moving like a fetus in a womb.
Drawers thump and plastic and pills click,as Hubby pulls the medicine.
Our man shuffles out with M & M mansmiling and soliciting kisses.
Our woman moans at morning commotion.
Now 8: 06 time to get breakfast.