Legs Wrapped in Blankets

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2/21/24 – 8:33 PM

Blanket wrapped around my legs.
The hum and glow of the AC reading 67 degrees.
Slight tension in my aching muscles.
The still calm of my bedroom.
Her eye massager singing soft tunes.
The gentle touch of her fingers in my hair.
The chemical push of focus in my mind.
Quiet sniffles and post nasal drip.

What will I choose to fill my night?
The same tired photos and videos?
Free puzzle games downloaded on my phone?
Bored, impatient demanding of entertainment?
In the end, it truly doesn't matter.
Like these words fulfill their purpose by
filling in white space on the page,
tonight will slip past like any other,
meaningless and forgotten with the rest.

Finding a home in the trivial moment,
I sit and accept each thought and second,
each one passing into the next.
So what if frustration graces my mood?
Its existence doesn't define my experience
of time's oozing forward tonight.
It's in its presence that I am granted
the gift to let go and carry on.
The stiffness in my shoulders will
eventually relax and settle,
With this blanket wrapped around my legs.