Sleepy Sunday

Woke up to another dreary day

Free of any maternal responsibility this morning

I’m not sure what to do with myself

Should I clean?

I should probably work…

That closet needs to be reorganized

No, no

Not today

Today is a sleepy Sunday

And my soul needs a reset

I’ll crawl back into bed

And read and write until my eyes go cross

Listen to scratchy records

Maybe finally watch that documentary

That one on the cult of aliens

Open all the windows

And enjoy the crisp air

While I find myself again

What a valuable thing

This rare alone time

Time to just be

Time to be me

Time really is freedom

When you’re living free