Even before the alarm calls me from my bed –
“Meow” pacing back and forth to the closed door.
Which means this pillow must give up my head.
“What? Wait!” while staggering across the kitchen floor.
Coffee aroma scents the quiet, chilly air,
The tinkle of spoon and knife readying to break the fast,
I want to just sit here in my chair and stare,
But no, the day must begin, and I hope this peace will last.