The sunny room was bursting
As if with gossip
Woven in the glowing curtains

The mattress sat heavily
But spoke softly
While the cat dozed
On that old rug

The world was shrink wrapped
Into a feasible cocoon
And I curled up
Feeling scratchy wool
And warm fur on my arms
Driven into the floor
Purring

We slept for hours
Knowing the world would wait for us
While we stretched out our happy souls

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