morning – C & K

Fog

Lost in fantasia
The early morning fresh fog
No one can see me

Warmth in the morning,
opening crusty eyes.

Grumbling about dreams,
running for the toilet,
a fart escapes on the journey.

A giggle from the bed,
“You’re disgusting!”
followed by more giggling.

Sunshine through a blind,
sitting on the toilet,
chatting to your partner.

manufactured morning joy
excessive coffee drinking
crying sorrow by lunchtime