Slipper Feet

waking up

Stretch one arm, and one finger, to reach the button on the alarm clock.

On a summer morning, peek over the barricade to discover

That it is already a summer afternoon!

Breathe lazily into the pink satin and squint into the sunlight.

Drift back into the feathers of a distant lingering dream.

The sheer curtains paw at the down comforter as they ride with the wind.

A light, warm breeze acts as the waves on which summer sunlight is to surf.

The warmth of your cocoon is just another layer of the dimension.

It houses summer dreams,

It protects and remembers what is forgotten when we finally leave.

The nest is barren during the evening, as slipper feet greet the active world.

We wait for warmth to seep between our toes again.

Come closer to the sound of snoring.

If we move, the spell will be broken.

Summer afternoons can be magically transformed into summer mornings

And we are able to sleep soundly under lace and sunshine.

The sunset filters through the chiffon.

If you close your eyes you can pretend it is the sunrise.

Flowered stamps are shadowed on the wall.

Lazy dreams make war with ruthless rays of sun.

We form worlds inside the dimension of sleepless dreams.

They are built in summer mornings,

No, in summer afternoons, that keep us so warm and free

Author's Note

2nd posting, hurray for restoration!

Reviews

[Bailey]

I think I get what you're saying. There's a certain kind of comfort and stability involved in waking up late on a warm afternoon, snug under the covers and still warm on the inside from that slowing fading dream. This is really beautiful! Sometimes it's healing to write a happy poem! :)

[Andromeda]

if you close your eyes you can pretend it is the sunrise. omygoodness i LOVE that line!

[Chris T.]

I get the image of someone who wakes up because of the sun, but she just wants to stay in the warm covers etc etc...
You conveyed the idea well enough. It's always tough to do something "bright", but you managed to.