For One Of Us, At Least
Kittikins is purring. One of those hot-day-smile stretchy purrs. I take a pause (from contemplating my loathesomely odiferous and sticky summer wretchedness) to softly pet her intentionally exposed belly fur.
After hours/days/weeks/months/years* (*delete as applicable) of struggle and angst, the story/poem/novel* (*delete as applicable) is finally completed.
Smile. This is a great achievement, one to be proud of.
My Happy Place
Stillness of life
wraps me in embrace
soft sea colors
wait for me
no emotional splashes
just rippling sounds
endless aqua expanse
promising me home -
my happy place.
Staring into the cotton candy sunset, I settle for the night. Time flies with comets that litter the sky. I relax on the roof, listening for the frogs croaked tune.
The small stuff
Arms and legs
wrapped around me
on my neck
on my shoulder
my nose buried
in his warm neck
slow, deep breath...
We all know this feeling
Alarm rings. I look up from my pillow, groggy. I press dismiss. I lay my head down once more, sleep arrives. A smile spreads across my face. "Shut up alarm."
I go for just a quick look. Yet I find myself in a pile of puppies. 15 puppies jumping, climbing and lickingg me. I can't help but smile and laugh.
I’m not sad
She was elderly and allergies were a normal strand.
Teary eyes and coughing were terribly in demand.
Her granddaughter changed it all, with a smile while holding her hand.
Warm salty air blowing in an open window across your bare skin. Stretch across the cool sheets. Well worn t-shirts and sizzling breakfast by the one you love. "Good Morning"
A combination of sloth and traffic has made me late for work so I'm in hot water with the boss. Empty. Her parking spot is empty, she's out today. Sweet.