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”

The Kitchen

The November chill

Is in the air as I

Crunch down the

Gravel path towards

The courtyard

My purple and green

Rain boots slush

In the mud

That was created

By last night’s rain

Sleep deprived,

Full of caffeine

I walk past the green fence

After last night

I can handle a little cleaning