That feeling when you're the first one awake
The sun reflecting off the city outside your window
The feeling of a big tee-shirt and no expectations
Just the ticking of the dryer and the hum of awakening neighbors.
The smell of coffee on a Saturday morning
Black, just the way you like it.
That first glass of water
The ice clinking a melody
The cool rush of water sending shivers to your toes.
The Tv, already awake before you
Weather, local news, the remote waiting on you to pick it up.
The quiet content as you sip your coffee
and revel in the tranquil around you.
That feeling when you're the first one awake.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryAfter all, we are all just a big bunch of broken humans that are trying to stay alive in a world that will do anything to bring us to our knees.
