I quite like
The mist at 08:36
The softened sounds of everything
But the microwave
Heating up the seed-pillow
That’s going to keep me warm and functional
Through this long, cold day.
And I quite like
Straining my ears to pick out
The gentle melodies coming over from the neighbour’s house
For once not the meaningless thud of wannabe gangsters
This is the music to rise to
I imagine her getting out of bed
And letting the sound fill her room
Keeping it warm and full of light
And giving her a pull and a push just to get her going.
It all sounds so much better
Than slapping yourself awake in a cold shower.