Sun shafts leaned easily through the door
Cracked open to relieve you of the sauna
Falling against the dark wood of the bannister
The top of the stairs, and the landing
Pushing out of their way
The scent of the warm fog from the bathroom
Mixed with the scent of some light spray
Of vanilla and honey
Relaxed
I curled myself, comfortably wrapped
In my warm blankets
My bed just made with clean sheets
And a fresh pillow case
Eyes heavy and half opened
Waiting to say goodnight one more time
Before you left for work
e.12.14.2016
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