My feet hit the floor

January 19, 2015

My feet hit the floor early in the day

And I creep towards the curtains to put the darkness at bay.

The cold hardwood makes my toes curl,

But what do you expect from a cold natured girl?

Stumbling down the stairs I smile at my mother,

I wave to my sister and say hi to my brother.

My slippers go on and my feet start to warm up,

Until I slip in what I hope is stray ketchup.

The slippers come off and the cold floor greets me,

I turn on the Keurig and fix some hot tea.

By the fireplace I wait for my drink to brew,

Thinking of all the things that, today, I need to do.

My mental note grows longer as I hear my tea finish,

Sitting down I take a sip and feel replenished.

The fire is warm and the sun is shining,

Every morning I seem to find my silver lining.

My truest and simplest, most peaceful form

Is found when I drink tea by the fireplace early in the morn’.

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