Sunday Morning
Eyes gently awakened by 10 o'clock sun,
mind groggily, reluctantly, following suit.
A smile played across my lips
as breakfast sounds dance about,
finding humor in the
broken eggs and nearly-spoiled milk.
Comical attempts make me love my
dysfunctional, fun,
weird family,
that even though its crazy on a Sunday morning
with my best friend beside me in bed
and the threat of Monday tomorrow,
somehow,
manages to work just fine.
mind groggily, reluctantly, following suit.
A smile played across my lips
as breakfast sounds dance about,
finding humor in the
broken eggs and nearly-spoiled milk.
Comical attempts make me love my
dysfunctional, fun,
weird family,
that even though its crazy on a Sunday morning
with my best friend beside me in bed
and the threat of Monday tomorrow,
somehow,
manages to work just fine.
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