I wake on the sofa.
A half-empty glass of water rests on the kitchen counter
and a single spoon teeters precariously on the edge of the sink.
The stereo is energized and emitting a low hum from
a single speaker—the last song having played many, many hours ago.
Forty pounds of cat are resting in furry humps on
the floor nearby.
One crab spider clings to the vaulted ceiling.
All else is clean and in order.
Welcome to the life, baby.
--Mitchell
Hegman
There is never a lack of things to be grateful for.
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