Particular Morning

What a glorious morning
you could call this one
in particular.


A morning where time stands
and has loosened its coil
around my neck.


A morning where I wake to do
nothing but read in this warm,
comfortable bed.


What a luxury to be in this place—
one I once learned to despise
but have learned otherwise.


This morning, the world waits
patiently for me to join it.
I can’t say I will.

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