just for a moment.
the sun creeps in
through the window,
a growing warm spot splays out
over the rug. it beckons you here,
for a moment.
until that one moment becomes two
and two becomes three. and
even though thoughts of work —
of time-laden responsibilities
and obligations —
cloud the mind, that warmth
keeps you still, keeps you soaking
in that which you crave.
what was it that you were meant to do?
are you needed back at your desk?
maybe so. but what you need is
also rest. to be cradled by
the sun. cradled by comfort.
and so you linger. just for a moment.
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