The Right Kind of Sigh

It’s raining inside

But not in the way you’d think…

It’s as if the coffee is sitting on the corner table

pillow and blanket splayed on the couch

as if I haven’t turned the lights on yet

just a gray light filling the room

filtering through the unguarded window

brushing over every surface

even houseplants breathe in lethargy

the tapping begins

one by one, drops of rain beckon attention

I’d pause the movie and sit up

if I haven’t fallen asleep already

I’d listlessly watch the leaves and grass

bob sporadically to the indistinguishable rhythm

or I’d listlessly dream

of laying on a couch

with Love in my arms

 

Sometimes the sun ruins a perfectly gloomy day

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