*sunday*

Getting up to the autumn breeze outdoors, 

and my woolen comforter pulling me in for one more snooze, 

in its sweet embrace. 

It’s Sunday morning.

I let in.

An hour later, 

I am up and stretching my body, 

and feel my appetite grow. 

I freshen up and head into the kitchen. 

I fill the room with different aromas, 

The sweet smell of shampoo from my freshly washed hair, 

Bagels toasting,

Eggs sizzling, 

And coffee with oat milk- my favorite. 

There is nothing more heavenly than treating your soul well 

On Sunday morning.