Autumn Part 2
A gentle rain taps on my window.
Bits of sunlight peek through cloud curtains
And dance around my room.
The blankets hold me in their warm embrace.
A furry greeting nuzzles my hand
And brings me back with a meow.
I manage to shake myself awake;
I pray these days never end.
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