POETRY

Mirrored

tale

Image by Rudy and Peter Skitterians from Pixabay

Soft, golden morning ray touched me with a welcoming song of birds
chirping from the nearest tree branches,
my blanket-covered body asked me to stay in bed,
mind decided otherwise

the brush and the toothpaste synced event ended as usual
eyes sharpened, hairs synchronized
and I looked at the mirror for…