prose for a sunday night

As Sunday night approaches

Another weekend comes to a close.

I drift off to dreamland

The wafting smell of warm spring air coming through the window

Mixing with burning incense swirling on the shelf.

The sound of birds getting ready to settle for the night

And distant traffic flow in and out of earshot

Blending with my relaxing melodies that eases my tension.

The cosy bed all ruffled and fluffy underneath my bare skin

Wrapped up like a caterpillar in its cocoon ready to emerge as a butterfly

To bring in the new week.

Monday.

 

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