Rain is tapping on the window
Streaming like tears down the glass
Grey clouds looming above
Threatening with thunder
Trees shiver from the brisk wind,
Colours are muted, out there.
But inside it is Sunday
And I am warm in your bed
A cat with the cream indeed.
I won't rouse your dreams
This human is content just being
Not doing. Not today.
Hold myself close to you,
To hear your heart, see you sleep.
Feel your warm skin on mine
Clasp our hands together
And just smile.
As today it is Sunday;
The best day of all.
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