This enchanting collection of poems celebrates the quiet magic of rainy days, inviting readers to curl up with a warm cup of tea and explore the beauty of grey skies.
From misty mornings to stormy nights, each poem is a soft blanket for the soul, e...
Soft cotton against the skin, a patchwork of faded patterns and memories. Mismatched socks, one polka-dot, one striped, wiggle against cool floorboards. Who says royalty must match?
The clock ticks, but its urgency falls flat. Today, time bends to the will of comfort.
Shuffling from room to room, a lazy dance to the rhythm of rain.
The cat joins my procession, fur robe trailing behind. We inspect our realm: pillow mountains, blanket valleys.
The mirror catches my eye - bedhead and sleepy smiles. I stick out my tongue, a playful greeting to my reflection.
Drawers open, close. Cupboards creak. The house joins my slow-motion ballet, creaking and sighing in lazy harmony.
Coffee brews, its aroma a siren call to wakefulness. But I resist, clinging to the drowsy in-between.
Toast pops up like a salute. I knight it with butter, dub it with jam. A feast fit for comfort.
In this fabric cocoon, I am ageless and timeless. A child on a rainy Saturday, a retiree savouring slow mornings.
The day stretches before me, wide and unrushed. And I, in my pyjama armour, am ready for absolutely nothing at all.
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