Eyes flutter open.
I lay here in darkness.
Exhaled snores decimate forests
Leaving dwellers with little air.
Mold and mildew grasp night’s tail end.
“On little cat feet.”
My best self.
My mind rallies
Releasing dream’s grip
Axing through anxiety’s cobwebs.
What will I accomplish today?
I am healthy. I am happy…Right?
I can do anything…Can’t I?
I rise to move with day’s approach
“On silent haunches.”
Darkness in other rooms.
Still. So quiet. The day, an empty palette.
An artist in residence.
Hot coffee with frothed milk, buttered toast.
I start here.