It's the Little Things Really
One of my friends smiled at me the other day
It was one of those infectious ones
It leaves me unable to not smile back
Even now it creeps onto my face
Lips slowly growing upturned at the edges
My cat lay curled up in the sun the other day
She seemed rather content
To be just be in the warm light
I remember the way one of her eyes only barely cracked open
Giving me a satisfied look like she knows more than she really does
My favorite quilt got washed the other day
Fresh out of the dryer it bathed me in warmth
I took a deep breath from it
Taking in the flowery fabric softener
I was about as content as my cat
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