Good Sunday

It's a Sunday morning, so fresh, so fine,

A wake-up call that did not come from an alarm,

But from being satiated with sleep and being full of rest

"wake up!" the eyes screamed "You have had enough for the first time in a long while.

Feeling unbeaten but fulfilled from doing nothing

The previous night was not bad

and she did not allow her 12 am thoughts

batter her down, the dreams she had contributed

but, boy they were strange!

It was the best 20 minutes nap,

Saturday night to Sunday morning.