Another morning here

Allergies or cold?
Who knows?
All I know is I prop my pillows
& catch whatever sleep I can
& when I wake
& have to stand up
make lunches
& squeeze my youngest awake
standing up stops the flow
& I breathe
while wanting to sleep
while wanting all my dreams
to have already come true
to not have to work
& wonder
what path?
All I know:
making lunches makes sense
squeezing people awake
with love & quiet: the easiest path
writing every day: a must
where it leads: unknown

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