The Traveller by Afrodykie

Oh, so close
SWEET sleep unravels itself from your warm body. It’s reluctant to let go.
Its smell is yours now.
You watch the sheet curl, and fold into rolling furrows and hills. It whispers night’s secrets, so shy in the day.
Your feet press into a plush carpet, soft landing.
One more sleep? One. More. Sleep.
Oh no. Noooooooooooo!
Your hands clutch your head. You roll back into your cocoon.
There’s perfect bliss; you’re safe, warm in the arms of your darling, your beloved and devoted duvet.
You linger there, in that soft private spot, where everything is sure.
The city’s sounds, this morning, are a soothing symphony, a tender caress.
You savour it, the melody that’s your home.
60 minutes pass in seconds, then it’s coffee time.
It’s get ready and go time.
There’s quite a bit still to do.
Anticipation simmers.
ps: Lesbos beckons.
No, oh my god, she’s winking at me!


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