bliss

my sleepy brain
sees your face
as i walk into the room

sip coffee
wake up some
i lean on your shoulder
feeling the bliss

(i'm going to be attempting BEDA! look out for poems, flash fictions and stream of consiousness)

Mornings

Dusty,

Allergies,

Sore hips.

These mattresses are horrible.

Beep beep beep

Rolling over

Fumbling with her phone

She turns off the alarm

Door opens

Blanket dragging, I walk

The couches. Sitting

Leaning against people

Bed head, morning breath

Everyone has sleepy eyes

Smelling bacon

Coffee wakes us up, only a bit.

What truly wakes us up

And causes a flurry of movement

Is the call

“Breakfast”