Sheet Angels
This morning,
I woke up on the right side of the bed.
Literally.
I blinked back the smiling sun,
And sucked in a lungful
Of air charged with change.
I stretched long,
Sending my left leg on a reconnaissance mission,
To the other side of the mattress.
It was cool and utterly empty.
A reminder
That these days I sleep alone.
With a squeal of glee,
I flip-flopped to the center,
And let my limbs claim every inch,
As I made sheet angels.
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I love the way this poem engages the senses: coolness, a squeal, the smiling sun . . .
A joyful poem!
Yes… liked this poem!
Captures a moment beautifully.
Wonderful!