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  • Writer's pictureAlice Wyatt

My Favorite Time


crawling into our bed

my feet cold as ice

giggles under covers

bodies curve like spoons

cats fold behind our knees

breath finding rhythm

tempo of peace

I sleep


I wake

alarm jangles

calling you - not me

greedy limbs fill warm space

your scent on the pillow

but the blankets, all mine

sweet good-bye kisses

lull me back to sleep


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