A cover of soft white clouds surrounds the land, night sleeping longer into the day

The sun slowly rises, pushing gently through, warming the ground below.

I struggle to wake up this morning, enjoying the cocoon I’ve made for myself, nesting comfortably in warm blankets

It’s safe, quiet and enveloping. Reminding me of a childhood when I lived in my own country. 

The feel of contentment inside my soft comforter, book in hand as I whiled away hours in new kingdoms or countries with best friends I’d never met.

I long for that time, the uninterrupted hours of exploration and learning where time vanished on pages of ivory. 

I get up and greet the day on creaky feet not as young and pliable as they were then, 

And dream of a blanket at the end of the day, 

 maybe to visit some of my old friends again