Ce matin

A morning spent buried under 3 blankets and the New York Times,
ignoring the dust bunnies irreverently procreating in the corners,
munching on peanut butter and honey toast.
That's what I want.
Grocery shopping and brunch plans and sunshine to the wind,
delegated to those with more ambitious aims.
This morning,
regardless of the weather and who might beckon,
the universe ends beyond these four walls.
Just me, hiding out.
Well accompanied by talk radio, a mound of reading
and, of course, good music.