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.