Sometimes after a big meal
there is dessert.
Sometimes after a good night’s sleep
there is sleeping in
that little extra hour
feels so good.
At least staying tucked under the blankets
until the sun shines
through the blinds
I left them cracked open
just for the morning sunlight.
That little extra hour
little because it flies by
the fastest hour of the day
like a mouse dashing across the garage
and hiding away under the mop bucket.
Of course that extra hour I stayed up last night
went just as fast, come to think of it…