The sun peeks in, breaking the solidarity of the quiet darkness.
Hazy eyes crack open, slithers of green and blue catch each-other.
An extended stretch complicated by entwined limbs,
Chests meet in a warm embrace.
Standing side by side in the morning mirror,
Morning breath, morning yawn.
Watching white water drip down the drain,
The air catches the fresh scent.
From burnt oats to burnt tongues,
Grumbling stomachs soon become our satisfied friends.
The drone of yawning commuters fills the room,
as the morning breaks for another day.
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