Unnamed Deadly Sin #4

I slide from a fetal position

to a pillow between the legs

in order to stretch just a bit

further and hit snooze again

and again and again,

the covers enveloping me in

a cozy cocoon

The motivation to get up

just isn't there, maybe it's

trapped within the sweet

scent of daydreams just

beneath my pillow as I

roll over and the cat dances

across the bed whining for

breakfast, he should know

by now above most that

my desire is to lay and bask

in the afternoon sun

It is called a "cat nap" after

all, just ten more minutes

please,

what can it hurt,

I deserve this.

Alicia's