Every Morning the Same

Every morning the same

I wake to the cold day

Still half dreaming

Never ready to pull off the covers and feel the chill

For it’s always so warm in here

Only hoping if there’s a good thing

It’s ending these dreams of you

And the touch I can’t feel

Yours truly has encountered a period of time where time for spontaneous creative writing is left out of the necessary time for reality. I am uncertain as to the duration of said time, but I dearly hope for a short one as I am sure you are curious as to the future of dear Miguel and M.L. Please continue to stop by as they will return in story for you soon. In the meantime, enjoy this poem I wrote: I hope you may find some way in which to relate with it in a beneficial way. Remember to reap the joy and raze the misery. And love your enemies as your friends. Love your enemies as your friends. Have a blessed day!