Sunlight creeps through the window, as light as a feather
Slowly and surely it finds it’s way towards me
With gentle strokes, the light caresses my face
until I rise from my slumber
A sleepy yawn spills from my lips
and I rub away exhaustion with my knuckle
A moan like a satisfied good morning floats through the air
as I unfold my limbs like petals to the sun
One foot, then another, reaches the ground
and toes wiggle in the carpet
A slow lazy saunter to the window,
the immaculate imitation of a sloth
Peeking between blinds
unveils a world of white
Fingertip follows fingertip as they graze against the glass
The cold, as clear as crystal,
gently kisses them and sends shivers up my spine
Retracting from its frigid touch
I simply contemplate the harsh beauty of ice