Arts outstretched against pillows and sheets
We yawwwwwnnn slowly in and slowly out.
Pushing out the night before and bringing in the day to come.
We embrace it
in the stasis of the moment.
Minutes tick on
as we lay and think out what today
and the rest those todays will bring.
Then we rise up, arms over our heads and heads towards the sky
and start.
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