There is a space between night

and morning. If I close my eyes

I can see it like the gap between the slats

of a picket fence.

 

I take an accounting. A ticking

off of all the good in my world.

A woman child sound asleep

in an adjacent room, cats

and dogs curled around my body.

 

It is best when I wake before

the alarm. I can slip down in the

cover and fill that space

between night and morning with

sighs of contentment.

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