As sunlight filtered
through the gauzy linen curtains,
infusing the room
with its warm, buttery glow,
I curled on the day bed,
cushioned and lazy,
occasionally reading but
mostly thinking:
What fluke is this
that lends itself now
to lazy Sunday afternoons?
And will fey Fortune
abscond tomorrow?

 

Written for NaPoWriMo
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