7:56

 

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 man

smiling and soliciting kisses.

Our woman moans at morning commotion.

Now 8: 06 time to get breakfast.