Photo by Polina Kuzovkova on Unsplash
The softness of the light
the twisty commingle
of sheet and blanket
left in haste
but for how long?
Too early an hour
for a walk.
A taxi maybe?
But where?
Do I wait?
Ah, the coffee
it was made
as if specially for me
I pour a cup and wait.
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