It’s so hard to get out of bed when it rains! The sound lulls you. It is the eternal rhythm that beats out,
stay in bed,
s t a y in bed,
close your eyes, don’t wake.
I wanted to burry my head under the doona and hide like a child. I can’t see you day, you can’t see me!
And a book, seduces me from the side…Open me.
The child stays wrapped in blankets and lost in dreams.
The adult leaves, never turning back to the crumpled bed that day.
