Routine

Frozen sunlight bouncing off adjacent windows
pushes its way into my morning, shaking me awake.
Wrapped in wool and fuzzy with lingering dreams,
bright wind slaps me into sharp focus as I open the door
and stroll down to the corner store for a warm mug
of creamy comfort and a bubbly white rose.

It’s the start of another beautiful day,
that I’ll spend curled up inside myself
with a book next to an empty space
that smiles back at me as you did, once.