Naps and Chocolate Biscuits

The early spring still chills my bones
The late afternoon sun slipping lazily into the sea
Tasks beckon insistently
Duty’s call goes unheeded
Soft and warm Sunday’s sofa steals me away
To the land of nod, the land of dreams
Cat napping with the cats napping on me

Waking hazily, dazedly, wondering about time
The sun now gone but it’s time to rise
Slept too long chores still not done
Kettle whistles
Cats yawn and stretch
A fresh pot of coffee, a fresh sense of purpose
And best of all: guilty pleasures
Delicious chocolate biscuits
Sunday’s treat now complete
…hmmmm, perhaps just five minutes more…

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